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I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating uptown Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you'd better stay clear I might start acting rough
You out of town guys sure think you're real keen Think all of us boys are homespun and green But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red
So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi You long hairs are sure gonna die Our American home was clean till you came And kids still respected the president's name
And the eagle still flew in the sky Hearts filled with national pride Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs Goddamit you're all gonna die
How dare you sit there and drink all our beer Oh it's made for us workers who sweat spit and swear The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you With your communistic politics and them negro blues
With a cute little thing I'd been dating uptown
Well I don't know if I like that idea much
Well you'd better stay clear I might start acting rough
You out of town guys sure think you're real keen
Think all of us boys are homespun and green
But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head
We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red
So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi
You long hairs are sure gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name
And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with national pride
Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die
How dare you sit there and drink all our beer
Oh it's made for us workers who sweat spit and swear
The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you
With your communistic politics and them negro blues