Lone star state nixes the wild man from Borneo....

Faded jaded falling cowboy star, Pawnshops itching for your old guitar. Where you're going, god only knows, The sequins have fallen from your clothes. Once you heard the opry crowd applaud, Now you're hanging out at fourth and broad On the rain wet sidewalk remembering the time When coffee with a friend was still a dime. And everything's been sold american, The early times is finished and the want ads all are read. Everyone's been sold american In dreaming dreams in a rollaway bed.

Our boy Kinky Friedman is not the next governor of Texas after all, having been soundly spanked at the polls. He'll survive. - story