| Well I was thumbing through the channels
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| And I saw a sight to see
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| A so-called country singer, there singing on MTV
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| And I began to think — had she ever heard a thing
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| Had she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
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| Ah — ha
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| From the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall
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| Of cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball
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| And every night they’ll tip a toast to the Lone Star state
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| Where the women are so fine and the music is so great
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| Cause I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger
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| I don’t wanna see no wanna-be country western singer
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| Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
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| I want something with a swing to it
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| Aw yeah…
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| All together now…
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| It’s a Texas thing, Y’all
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| So if you don’t understand just drop what you’re doing
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| Drive here as quick as you can
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| I’d even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me
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| Cause when it comes to country, there ain’t none like
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| I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger
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| I don’t wanna see no wanna-be country western singer
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| Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
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| I want something with a swing to it
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| That hip-hoppin' rappin' boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco
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| And Nashville is making music that sounds like a dadgum disco
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| Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
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| I want something with a swing to it
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| Yes, I said don’t call it country unless you can prove it
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| I want something with a swing to it
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| That’s right… |