Beers, Steers & Queers [Drop Your Britches]

Now let's you just drop them pants drop? Just take 'em right off Come on Squeal! Squeal! Just take 'em right off Come on Squeal! Squeal! Come on! Squeal! Squeal! (and other assorted squeals and cowboy sounds) 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 and you are bare. Where is a lawman, there is a lawman. Who is the right, and who is the wrong man. It doesn't take much to kill a 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 Squeal Texas is full of women and willing 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 and 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 Now let's you just drop them pants Now let's you just drop them pants Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Come on I've spent my life, co kicking shit Not gonna give up, ain't about to quit. Life is a bucket bluff Getting rough, feeding stuff Get in my way, I'll knock you off Beers, steers, and queers Beers, steers, and queers I'm a crazy mother in a drunken state A redneck ass wipe 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 farther Cause I'll give it to you baby, like your inbred father Take what you get if it does the job Texas has religion Revolting Cocks are God! What they call it? The Revolting Cocks Beers, steers, and queers Cowboy Beers, steers, and queers This is out of the house, and out of the house music I am the creator Cowboy This is out of the house, and out of the house music I am the creator Cowboy I am the creator Cowboy This is out of the house, and out of the house music I am the creator Cowboy This is out of the house, and out of the house music I am the creator Cowboy This is out of the house, and out of the house music I am the creator Cowboy Beers! Steers! and Queers! Cowboy He he he Well, you're a city boy ain't ya (looking pretty boy) City Slicker (spits) (looking real good sure is) Drop your goddamn britches (whoo, sure is pretty ain't he) Damn I'm a make you squeal (I like this one. Let's get it!) Drop them britches, come on now (Let's get it!) Come on! Make you squeal like a pig, boy! Squeal now, come on, whee! (squeals) You want it You have it Caught kicking ass (from a straight jacket) Yee-haw! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Jugs for nuggets I love it Stick a bottle up your ass And then unplug it Who-haw! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Don't come crying I don't explain The trouble I make My moves I break Tell you right now, my shit stinks Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! Beers! Steers! and Queers! The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks The Revolting Cocks