I’m a Texas man with a Jurassic plan.
I drive a mean ol’ sour named Tyrannosaur.
We might preditate your humble habitat,
‘Cuz the lizard king is a carnivore thing.
Give me space to roam and my Rex a home,
We might leave along your vegitarione.
In our ancient age we were the ultimate rage,
For consumption alone we were on the throne.
But the moon has passed and we came in last,
We fed the tar pit days for your petroleum haze.