It's the land of soul Rock and roll The home of the blues Pure country too It's the hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay down in Texas Way, way down in Texas In the land of musical delight Funky days and starry nights Way down in the central south That's still the land of hush your mouth Brothers and the sisters too They get down and boogaloo The place is still way back to see like the end of the 19th century Better watch your step there son The laws are still draconians Way, way down, down in Texas Georgia's child is goin' wild And don't you think it's so absurd? Let's grab Quayle by the tail Then we can give Bush the bird Say it's simple as ABC Stand up for Democracy Republicrats and demagogs I saw onward through the fog Way down Down in Texas It's the land of soul Rock and Roll The home of the blues Pure country too The hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay Down in Texas Way, way down, down in Texas We cannot afford no more Of America's so-called drug-war Don't you think it's mighty queer How they push cigarettes and beer Afraid of herbs afraid of cid His ego loves to hate his Id Too complex to catalog I saw onward through the fog Way, way down Down in Texas Way, way down Down in Texas