Underneath the radar, you reluctant superstar.
Under pressure, not a bit, to follow up a mega hit.
Your obligations fulfill with ample studio time to kill,
So smile Longhorn Lyle, and go cultivate your style.
Underneath the radar, your music is the real star.
You and some good playing boys making a joyful noise
Ranging from Seattle to Miami, messages for society,
So smile Lonestar Lyle, as you cultivate your style.
Underneath the radar, legions recognize who you are,
Forsaking their roots, to follow in the steps of your boots,
Devotees from Bangar to San Diego, humming as they go
With a smile and a wink to your Texas style.
Underneath the radar, in a Stetson hat with a sweet guitar.
We all know who you are, the music is still the star.
So let it ring in delight all day and night when you sing,
That's right you are from Texas Lyle, dripping with style!