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I heard from a friend you'd been messin' 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 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 |
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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 watchin' you mess up our lives |
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Spending the summertime naturally high |