When you come on down to Texas Head straight for the middle Where those sweet rolling hills Lead you right down to the river We got a ways of making music We all just love to play We'll get everybody dancing In their own kinda way Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo We got a certain kinda shimmy A certain kinda shake in the way we move Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo Well you gotta have yourself Lone Star beer With those greasy enchiladas You gotta want some barbeque With your John T. Floore's tamales Float down the Guadalupe On a lazy summer day Cruise on over to Gruene Hall, baby We'll dance the night away Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo We got a certain kinda shimmy A certain kinda shake in the way we move Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo Wave your hands up in the air Move your feet to the beat Shake it like nobody's watchin', baby It'll set your spirit free Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo We got a certain kinda shimmy A certain kinda shake in the way we move Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo We got a certain kinda shimmy A certain kinda shake in the way we move Doin' that Hill Country Boogaloo