Run, run to the east confession trash We don't need your thrills or Your call-book cash Let's just nature's got plans To keep you up there
Swamps, fiddles that whine About the mayor Our caves are divine They've got conditioned air Fan-tail, backwash, rooms Will stay up here
Hands off of the bayou
Heel, stay in your state It's a new south trap What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat War! College exams You know I learned a lot about The fiction ya tossed And the father's fat and lost Your failless father lost Your chivalry is lost Your shivalry in shame
