Some say the state of Texas

Could accommodate the entire human population

Five point six billion versions of the truth

Under one roof, some revelation

Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that

Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat

There's no going back

It's a lie, it's a fact

Has the cat got your tongue

Been too long in the sun

There's dust on your tracks

There's no going back



Come to think of it's a load of monkeys

Every time you listen to your sun kissed lover's words

Evil Louie is tomorrow's sadness

It's a game of madness in a perfect world



Some would say French cuisine's more appealing

Than a cold drink, burgers and fries

Some have said that a pillar of society

An upright citizen's incapable of lust and crime

Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that

Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat

But he don't stand a change

With his pants around his ankles

Has the cat got your tongue

Been too long in the sun

There's dust on your tracks

There's no going back