Yippe Ki-Yay, Mother&*(&^(&^(*%'s

Some would think that comment on the redneck, conservative, fundamentalist mindset was a recent phenomenon, but believe me, it's nothing new. Probably beginning with the Nixon Administration, those with an educated, insightful, more progressive outlook began to point out, either thru parody or outright illumination, the inane way good-old-boy America approached being American.

One of the first singers I heard back in those changing times that really struck a chord with me with comic observation was not even an American, but boy did he ever get it right! There is a song on his "Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only The Piano Player" album that to this very day says it all, as far as I'm concerned. Do YOU know who recorded this?

TEXAN LOVE SONG

I heard from a friend you'd been messing around
With a cute little thing I'd been dating uptown
Well I don't know if I like that idea much
Well you'd better stay clear I might start acting rough

You out of town guys sure think you're real keen
Think all of us boys here are homespun and green
But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head
We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red

So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi
You long hairs are sure gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name

And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with national pride
Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die

How dare you sit there and drink all our beer
Oh it's made for us workers who sweat spit and swear
The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you
With your communistic politics and them negro blues

Well I'm gonna quit talking and take action now
Run all of you fairies clean out of this town
Oh I'm dog tired of watching you mess up our lives
Spending the summertime naturally high

So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi
You long hairs are sure gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name

And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with national pride
Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die
oh, lord
Goddamit you're all gonna die
yes, lord
Goddamit, you're all gonna die