Lyrics San Antone - Red Elvises, Zhenya Rock

San Antone

I’m walking around-
looking at the letter
from my sweetie pie,
she said «i'm here with my cousin —
he got so rich-
we don’t have to spent a dime-
i say why don’t we
pack everything and go"
i’m just a guy i’ll never be something
that i’m not, i’ll never be a «celebrity»
and that’s the end of that,
i say why don’t we pack everything and go…
Baby lets move back to Texas,
we’ll be country to the bone,
i’ll be jogging in my boxers
on the streets of San Antone.
Surfing through the internet
till i see the stars,
i think that trip to San Antone
should be «tripper"than a trip to Mars,
hey whatta life back in San Antone…
Baby lets move back to Texas,
we’ll be country to the bone,
i’ll be jogging in my boxers
on the streets of San Antone.
Baby time is running out,
sugar everything must go,
honey we’re in it for the money,
good times back in San Antone…
oh yeah, we’ve got our cousin’s cash,
lets get us a trailer call it home,
even if they call us «trailer trash»,
good times back in San Antone!