Chorus

Dear Texas, dear Texas, Our special, special friend
We're very glad we know you
Your curly tale should never end

Your home was many houses,
but the first one was a palace
And with the funny goings on
Did you think your name was Alice
The parties and the music,
the feasting and the games
Until it was your time to leave
For the country and the Thames

And through these happy times and sad
A good companion you have been
Dear Texas, Earl of Caversham
"Happy birthday, sweet sixteen!"

Do you recall the orchard,
the wilderness of trees
The tempting sounds of baby birds
springtime flowers and buzzing bees
Or the bungalow in the country,
Strange smells from nearby farms
A tall tree in the living room
Tinsel, bright lights, Christmas charms

Chorus

Dear Texas, dear Texas,
our special, special friend
We're very glad we know you
Your curly tale should never end