paroles de chanson Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo - Randy Quaid

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