THE PINK FLAMINGO
I love ol' Jack & Brenda out in San Angelo.
They like to have a party out on the patio.
That old West Texas sun is down, the stars are big and bright
down at The Pink Flamingo...
tonight.
They've got the hottest neon, they've got the coldest brew,
and when the clock strikes midnight, Jack's cookin' barbeque,
and all his friends are higher than a hundred dollar kite
down at The Pink Flamingo...
tonight.
That funky Texas music rings out around the block,
the neighbors all come over, so no one calls the cops.
Between the pyrotechnics and the six-string symphony,
there's no place in the world tonight that I would rather be.
Here come ol' Clay & Cathy sippin' Don Julio,
they just brought me a bottle back up from Mexico.
A little salt and lemon's all it takes to cut the bite
down at The Pink Flamingo...
tonight.
This little red dirt backyard, and these good friends of mine,
remind me of the U.S.A. back in a better time.
Between the conversation and the hospitality,
there's no place in the world this mornin' I would rather be.
And now the desert skyline takes on a purple glow.
Jack says, "it's almost daylight, let's go to Mexico!"
A shooting star falls in the distance, all the world is right
down at The Pink Flamingo...
down at The Pink Flamingo...
down at The Pink Flamingo...
tonight.