The Dude Ranch Cowhands

The dude ranch cowhands don't do no work at all
Because they have no dogies to round up in the fall
Each wranglin' cowhand is actin' like a guide
He's roundin' up the moonbeams for the lady by his side

Yippie ti yay, hi yo
They're ridin' buckin' broncos on the radio

The dude ranch cowhands demand the choicest roasts
They once ate beans an' bacon but now it's quail on toast
Those wranglin' cowhands fight Indians galore
They chop 'em up for kindlin' at the corner cigar store

Yippie ti yay, hi yo
Wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wo wo wo

The dude ranch cowhands just work beneath the stars
Instead of brandin' cattle, they're strummin' on guitars
Each wranglin' cowhand has learned to harmonize
With Kitty from the city while she gets her exercise

Yippie ti yay, hi yo
They're goin' through the motions of the rodeo

Those dude ranch cowhands are crazy for our curls
They entertain the ladies but we're their steady girls
Those wranglin' cowhands that's never had a care
Get wilder than a bronco if even must our hair

Yippie ti yay, hi yo
For we're the prairie sweethearts from Hi De Hi De Ho

The dude ranch cowhands are burnin' up the plains
They're bouncin' in their saddles and all the chicks in flames
Those wranglin' cowhands know every prairie call
But they'll go back to Brooklyn when the work's all done this fall

Yippie ti yay, hi yo
They're ridin' buckin' broncos on the radio