Tex MeXmas

Don’t you mess with my Tex MeXmas

‘Cos I’ve been waiting all year

To wear those boots that I bought in Austin

And have some good ‘ole Christmas cheer

No, don’t you mess with my Tex MeXmas

Save your wine after beer

Just gimme a shot of old José Cuervo

It goes down well at this time of year

 

I’d rather have burritos

Than a big old turkey meal

I’m drinking micheladas

'Cos I like the way that they make me feel

I’d swap mince pies for tacos

The jalapeños are all on me

I’ll get me a big saguaro

Not a rip off plastic Christmas tree

I like hot sauce on my huevos

Rancheros preferably

My tastes are fronterizo

¡Dale chipotle! and some refried beans

Red shirt with smiley pockets

White pearl snaps for the day

Drink a belly full of Buchanans

I wouldn’t have it any other way