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
Take a bit of this, give a bit of that

Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat
There´s no going back
It´s a lie, it´s a fact
Has the cat got your tongue?
Been too long in the sun?
There´s dust on your tracks
There´s no going back

Come to think of it´s a load of monkey´s
Every time you listen to your sun kissed lover´s words
Evil Louie is tomorrow´s sadness
It´s a game of madness in a perfect world

Some would say French cuisine´s more appealing
Than a cold drink, burgers and fries
Some have said that a pillar of society
An upright citizen´s incapable of lust and crime

Take a bit of this, give a bit of that
Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat
But he don´t stand a chance
With his pants around his ankles
Has the cat got your tongue?
Been too long in the sun?
There´s dust on your tracks
There´s no going back