Fred Tackett, Martin Kibbee, Bill Payne, Paul Barrere
Oh the siren song is strong sometimes... Texas radio
They sure do play it hard and fast - sell it soft and low
A silky voice she spoke to me from down in San Antone
"It's ladies night in Italy, and gentlemen should know"
When I saw that neon sign, knew just where to go
Her shoulders soft and I pulled off, her headlights all aglow
A bartender said to me, boy I want you to meet my sister
She's high-strung and a little young, but she's a real Texas twister
A real Texas twister
I said "How young is too young? How fast is too fast?
Whoa high is too high? Yah, how high is too high?"
She said "How long is this ride?" Well how long can you last?
You're gonna find out mister, when you meet that Texas twister
Oh now in the light she looked all right when we stepped outside
I knew that it was meant to be when she begged me for a ride
That bartender said to me, boy take your money back
Before you're done you're gonna need it son --
You might have a heart attack
I seen the sights now, Paris, Rome, and I ain't sentimental
I still remember how she said, yes I do, "Is this a Continental?"
No babe it's just for flash and I paid cash, she hugged me up real tight
Lay back honey I'll drive you home 'round the world tonight
She knew where every roadhouse lies, clear down to the border
Long neck Lone Stars just her size, clearly made to order
Knew how to paint a cowboy town, long before I missed her
She picked me up; she put me down, she's a real Texas twister
I said "How young is too young? How fast is too fast?
Oh how high is too high? Yeah how high is too high?"
She said "How long is this ride?" Yeah how long can you last?
You're gonna find out mister, when you meet that Texas twister (yeah)
How high is too high?
How high is too high?
How high is too high