Well,
I like them tall and I like them pretty
I like them smart and I like them silly
Blondes, brunettes, redheads galore
Ain't never met a woman that I
don't adore
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A bit too much of that
Y -chromosome
The doctor said I could blame it on my genes
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Don't know what wranglers have
to do with my hormones
I'm a good old boy from
San
Antone
And I don't know a thing
about textosterone
Well, my mama said, boy,
you're just like your dad
And I said, hey, that's good.
She said, uh -uh, that's bad.
He was dumb as a rock with
an eye for the ladies.
Wasn't good for nothing
except making babies.
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of that
Y chromosome.
The doctor said I could blame it
on my genes.
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don't
don't know what wranglers have
to do with my hormones
I'm a good ol' boy for sayin' and so
And I don't know s*** about
testosterone
Well, I needed some things
so I went to the store
The sales lady said,
check your package at the door
We don't allow stealing
and nothing is free
But if that's a pickle in your pocket, boy,
you're coming with me
Textosterone,
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Y -chromosome
The doctor said I could blame
it on my genes, yeah
A -textosterone, textosterone
Don't know what wranglers
have to do with
my hormones I'm a good ol' boy from
San
Antonio
And I don't know a thing
about textosterone
Just a good ol' boy from
San
Antonio
And I don't know a thing
about textosterone
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