Ansley K. Sproull says it best

Austin, I wanna make out with you under a bridge
or in a rocky nook somewhere, in shorts,
in the depth of a warm balmy night,
or on a blanket in a backyard. Damn mosquitos.

Austin, I wanna boogie oogie oogie
on your dust or mud stewn lawns
under a jubilant and overbearing sun
'til I just can't boogie no more,
and prance in your streets in the flashiest duds I can find
and let myself be dazzled by you.

Austin!
Let's say fuck you to the man!
Let's throb in the thick, hot air on bikes on hills.
Let's do all the wild things we dreamed of doing as kids.
Oh, Austin.
Let's see just how far we take it.
Let's see just how long we can make it.