| Out on the plains down near santa fe | |
| I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day | |
| And as he jogged along i heard him singin' | |
| The most peculiar cowboy song | |
| It was a ditty, he learned in the city | |
| Comma ti yi yi yeah | |
| Comma ti yippity yi yeah | |
| Now get along, get hip little doggies | |
| Get along, better be on your way | |
| Get along, get hip little doggies | |
| He trucked 'em on down that old fairway | |
| Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way | |
| Comma ti yi yi yeah | |
| Comma ti yippity yi yeah | |
| (chorus) | |
| Now singin' his cowboy songs | |
| He's just too much | |
| He's got a knocked out western accent with a dixie touch | |
| He was raised on local ways | |
| He's what you call a swingin' half breed | |
| Singin' his cow cow booogie in the strangest way | |
| Comma ti yi yi yeah | |
| Comma ti yippity yi yeah | |
| (repeat chorus) |