I got on my cowboy boots, jeans   And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses   And a mobile phone   I guess I look like some Port Aransas   Dope dealer that's out on bail   Just trying to get home   Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar   Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket   Sometimes we're sloppy   We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery   And locked in the pocket      So screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas baby, so screw you      Now I love the USA   And the other states   Ahh, they're OK   Texas is the place I wanna be   And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway   Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's, and John T's   Country Store   We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me   And so many more.      So screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas, screw you      Sing it with me--   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas, screw you!      Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation,   Because of what happened in Dallas and Waco   And our corporations well they are corrupt   And the politicians are swindlers and loco   But when it comes to music my friend   I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelator's   Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was   And no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators.      So screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas, screw you!      Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas Screw you      Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   Screw you, we're from Texas   We're from Texas Screw you      We're from Texas Screw you...