| Now listen up: there are crooks in this here West
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| who have claimed to be the best
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| and they think they wrote the book on how to wrestle.
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| (heh heh heh)
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| Well, as good as they may be,
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| not a one’s as good as me,
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| and I barely have to move a single muscle.
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| They call me mean, (boys!)
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| depraved and nasty too.
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| And they ain’t seen, (boys!)
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| the cruellest thing I do!
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| You see I
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
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| The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised!
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| Cuz when I
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
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| Well, lookie how them cows get hypnotized!
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| He don’t stride, he don’t yell,
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| still he drives them dogies well!
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| Which ain’t easy when your chaps are labelled
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| X X X X L!
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| Yes, if you’re looking from a bovine point of view,
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| I sure can
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
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| Yodel-eedle-adle-idle-oo!
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| Here we go, boys!
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| 5, 000 cattle in the side pocket!
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| (Yodelling)
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| (More Yodelling)
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| (Mesmerizing Yodelling)
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| (Final Yodelling)
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| Yes I can
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
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| A sound that cattle truly take to heart!
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| Yeah! |
| I can
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| Yodel-eedle-adle-idle-oo! |
| And smack my big ol' rump, if that ain’t hard!
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| He don’t bloat, not a chance
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| he just puts 'em in a trance!
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| He’s a pioneered pied piper
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| in tenyellan underpants!
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| Yeah I’m the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
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| I got cattle up the ol' wazoo!
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| Cuz I can
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
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| Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo! |