Old Man Texas

Old Man Texas
Thought he was a western
He wore a holy Stetson

Old Man Texas
Shot the ceiling
Plastered my feelings
To the floor

Old Man Texas
Dug his heels

Old Man Texas
Used my wagon
For his twisted deals

Old Man Texas
Dumped his trash
Old Man Texas
Trashed our tower
For the needle and
The Power

Old Man Texas put nineteen
Arab boys
In the hearse

Old Man Texas went to war
For his purse

Old Man Texas
Hit the ceiling
Gagged on the floor

Old Man Texas
Left me reeling
At all his stealing

Now he sticks in his ranch
Waving an olive branch

Old Man Texas
Reads the baseball scores
In between a round of fours

Sarah D’s notes in margin:

Half way through song, Monkhouse kicks heels, drags Jeanette kicking and screaming onto dance floor for reel.