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