(Christopher P. Connelly/William Frederick Rieflin/Paul G. Barker/Phil Owen/Alien Jourgensen/Luc Jozef Eric van Acker)
– Crazy?
– Ha ha ha hah… Dang!
– So I gotta call the other number and find out when they’re, what, how much it is to get in there.
– Hmmm…
– Probably five dollars, find out where it’s at.
– I don’t know if they’re gonna have a band there tomorrow night, somebody popular, you know ’cause the Village People are popular.
– Yeah.
– Or they used to be.
– Well, I don’t know what this “cock” thing is, I think it’s a…
– Revolting Cocks? Ha ha ha hah!
– I think it’s a um, it’s a, a male strip show, dance show.
– Uh-um, yeah.
– Male strippers.
– Hmm…
– I have to call ’em and ask ’em, what is that… what’d they call it?
– The Revolting Cocks.
– Okay, ha ha ha, oh Lord, okay well I, you have fun tonight, I’ll pass today.
– Okay, if y’all get a chance, come out.
– Okay.
– All right.
– All right? Bye.
– Bye-bye.
Whee-haw!
Minds are empty, heads are hollow
You might find out the truth is hard to swallow
There’s a place down there, where heads are square
The laws are tough, and you are bare
There is a law and there is a lawman
Who is the right, and who is the wrong man
It doesn’t take much to kill a guy
Don’t get in my face and ask me why
Texas is the place… Hang ‘em high!
Beers, steers, and queers…
Cowboy… Haw!
Beers, steers, and queers…
Whee-haw!
Texas is full of women and willing
Eyes too close, filthy hillbillies
Who are these people, raised in barns?
Gloves and boots, sex on farms
Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown
You’re full of shit, destined to go down
Let’s go down and herd ‘em up
If you agree, let’s word ‘em up
And if you don’t… Then shut the fuck up!
Beers, steers, and queers…
Haw!
Beers, steers, and queers…
Whee-haw!
