The Chipmunks - Ragtime Cowboy Joe lyrics
[The Chipmunks - Ragtime Cowboy Joe lyrics]
Oh how he sings raggy music to his cattle
As he swings back in forth in his saddle
On a horse
What a horse!
Who is syncopated gaited
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater!
How they run when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high falutin'
Rootin' tootin'!
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona he's some cowboy
Talk about your cowboy ragtime Cowboy Joe!
(Gunshots)
Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!
(Gunshot)
Alvin, stop shooting that gun
(Gunshot)
Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!
(Gunshot)
Alvin, will you put that gun down!
(Gunshot)
Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!
(Loud gunshot)
Alvin! Will you please put that thing down
And get back here and sing!?
Oh how he sings raggy music to his cattle
As he swings back in forth in his saddle
On a horse
What a horse!
Who is syncopated gaited
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater!
How they run when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high falutin'
Rootin' tootin'!
Son of a gun from Arizona he's some cowboy
Talk about your cowboy ragtime Cowboy Joe!
(Gunshots to the beat)
High-ho, Alvin!
As he swings back in forth in his saddle
On a horse
What a horse!
Who is syncopated gaited
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater!
How they run when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high falutin'
Rootin' tootin'!
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona he's some cowboy
Talk about your cowboy ragtime Cowboy Joe!
(Gunshots)
Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!
(Gunshot)
Alvin, stop shooting that gun
(Gunshot)
Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!
(Gunshot)
Alvin, will you put that gun down!
(Gunshot)
Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!
(Loud gunshot)
Alvin! Will you please put that thing down
And get back here and sing!?
Oh how he sings raggy music to his cattle
As he swings back in forth in his saddle
On a horse
What a horse!
Who is syncopated gaited
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater!
How they run when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high falutin'
Rootin' tootin'!
Son of a gun from Arizona he's some cowboy
Talk about your cowboy ragtime Cowboy Joe!
(Gunshots to the beat)
High-ho, Alvin!