Lyrics:

Well, he outgrew his sequined suit, sold his Trailways bus
Let his hair get a little too long, his ducktails bit the dust
His custom made, pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his hand
And in its place a new electrical one he had flown in from Japan

'Cause he's a cheeseburger-eatin'
Abandoned Sunday-meetin' brand new country star
He rides around in a Lincoln Continental, no steer-horns on his car
Oh, the record men say, 'He's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah, he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go Country or Pop'

He's got a good ol' friend name o' 'Texas Ben'
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her 'Sexy Sadie'
She's a' with the boy night and day
They're gonna open a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes
The first one in his old home town
And on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away
The folks'll all gather 'round

And sing, he's a cheeseburger-eatin'
Abandoned Sunday-meetin' brand new country star
He rides around in a Lincoln Continental, no steer-horns on his car
Oh, the record men say, 'He's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah, he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go Country or Pop'
I mean, he can either go Country or Pop

A' yodel layeeo a' leedle layeeo a' leedle layee