Cowgirls Meet (On Guadalupe St.)

In the turquoise skies of New Mexico From my ship I spied a dusty town below The people of the town gathered round to stare As my ship touched down in the central square Walked into a bar with an old guitar Ordered a tequila and a big cigar In a mystical moment groove took over the room Just then the preacher's wife walked in and said: "TURN UP THE VOLUME!" The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street They were dancing on the bar They were dancing in the hall They were howling at the moon They were laughing at the law The ladies were acting curiously So I strummed my guitar more furiously I mean, you ought to see the Ladies' Auxiliary Humping and grinding in their lingerie Sipping margaritas and Bailey's Irish Cream The night Lipbone showed up in his flying machine The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The treble was clear and the bass went BOOM Blue lights started flashing and it filled up the room Then the sheriff burst in with his megaphone Put his hand on his hip and said "LET THE GOOD TIMES RESUME!" You ought to see the Sheriff say, "Lets all get along!" From atop of a piano in high-heels and a thong Every body thought he was a tough ex-marine Until Lipbone showed up in that flying machine The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street When the sun goes down, they turn up the heat The cowgirls meet on Guadalupe Street