| Minds are empty, heads are hollow | 
| You might find out the truth is hard to swallow | 
| There’s a place down there where heads are square | 
| Laws are tough, you are bare | 
| There is a law and there is a lawman | 
| Who is the right and who is the wrong man? | 
| It doesn’t take much to kill that guy | 
| Don’t get in my face and ask me why | 
| Texas is the place, hang 'em high | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Texas is full of women and willies | 
| Eyes too close, filthy hillbillies | 
| Who are these people, raised in barns | 
| Ghouls and fools, sex on farms | 
| Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown | 
| You’re full of shit, destined to go down | 
| Let’s go down, herd 'em up | 
| If you agree, then let’s word 'em up | 
| And if you don’t, then shut the fuck up | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| I’ve spent my life, go kicking shit | 
| Not gonna give up, ain’t about to quit | 
| Life is a bucket of gettin' rough, feeding stock | 
| Get in my way? | 
| I’ll knock you off | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| Beers, steers and queers | 
| I’m a crazy mother in a drunken state | 
| A redneck asswipe, who thinks he’s great | 
| So full of shit, diarrhea for fingers | 
| Everywhere I go, personality lingers | 
| Say you don’t like my dialect | 
| I don’t give a damn, so fuck your respect | 
| If you’re looking for a reason, don’t look any further | 
| Cause I’ll give it to you baby, just like your father | 
| Take what you get if it does the job | 
| Texas has religion, the Revolting Cocks are God! | 
| Beers, steers, and queers | 
| Beers, steers, and queers | 
| (This is our house | 
| And our house music | 
| I am the creator) | 
| (Cowboy…) |