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