text: Some say the state of Texas
  Could accommodate the entire human population
  Five point six billion versions of the truth
  Under one roof, some revelation
  Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that
  Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat
  Theres no going back
  Its a lie, its a fact
  Has the cat got your tongue
  Been too long in the sun
  Theres dust on your tracks
  Theres no going back
  Come to think of its a load of monkeys
  Every time you listen to your sun kissed lovers words
  Evil Louie is tomorrows sadness
  Its a game of madness in a perfect world
  Some would say French cuisines more appealing
  Than a cold drink, burgers and fries
  Some have said that a pillar of society
  An upright citizens incapable of lust and crime
  Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that
  Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat
  But he dont stand a change
  With his pants around his ankles