Well, the yeller rose of Texas, the cutest on this earth
Her right eye looks at Dallas, her left one at Fort Worth
Her ponytail's a dandy, that hairdo is a prize
But it comes in handy when she's a-switchin' flies
Her skin is red and fuzzy, it feels just like a peach
I looked her over from head to toe, and she had one of each
Her face has fallen arches, it hangs just like a sack
She'd like to have 'em lifted, but she doesn't have a drag
(Oh, poor mandoline, yeah)
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Oh, the yeller rose of Texas, she looks just like a weed
That one big upper tooth of hers looks like a pumpkin seed
And when she opens up her mouth, it looks just like a rake
Her lips are just like petals, pedals on a brake (yeah)
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Well, I was workin' in the garden when I discovered her
I reached for an old tomater and, darlin', there you were
You can take your nasty-sturtiums and take your violets blue
And while you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too (more mandolin)
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And while you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too
While you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too