Queen of the Rodeo (Live at the Marquee, Dallas, TX - November 1990)

Alright, I'll see you in Heaven

See, how we're in Dallas, we got a special treat for you, guys

Here's a little, uh, country tune that we wrote

You'll dig it

My daddy was a trucker

Left home when I was three

He felt some duty and doubt, yes

Then it was mom and me

She always wanted a daughter

Well, look at what she got

Hit me, beat me, a faggot I ain't

But a real man, they say I'm not

I'm the queen, queen of the rodeo

Queen, queen of the rodeo

So cowboy, if you're lookin' for lovin'

I ain't no queer, go fuck a steer

Yeah, I think I might be one, right here

Oh, yeah

I drink too much, I smoke too much

I am a human waste

I buy a lot of cheap alcohol

But I tell you, honey, I really hate the taste

I'm dressed in rags, they call me a fag

But, boy, I really don't care

'Cause last night I met your mother, fucker

And I hope you like the shit that she did

I'm the queen, queen of the rodeo

Queen, queen of the rodeo

So cowboy, if you're lookin' to fight

I ain't no wimp, I scratch and bite

And I'm gonna kick your ass too

Yeah, I'm gonna do it, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Queen, queen of the rodeo

Fuck you

Queen, queen of the rodeo

Queen, queen of the rodeo

Thank you, Dallas Texas, good night