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
Tale 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 monkeys
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
Tale 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 change
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