There's no basement at the Alamo....

Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry
But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply
Young Davy Crochet lay laughing and dying
The blood and the sweat in his eyes
For Texas and freedom, no man was more willing to die

Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo