[Gunshot]
[Chipmunks]
Oh how he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle,
As he swings,
Back in forth in his saddle,
On a horse,
[Alvin]
What a horse!
[Chipmunks]
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',
[Alvin]
Rootin' tootin'!
[Chipmunks]
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
He's some cowboy,
Talk about your cowboy,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
[Musical Interlude]
[Gunshots]
[Alvin, speaking]
Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!
[Gunshot]
[Dave, speaking]
Alvin, stop shooting that gun.
[Gunshot]
[Alvin, speaking]
Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!
[Gunshot]
[Dave, speaking]
Alvin, will you put that gun down!
[Gunshot]
[Alvin, speaking]
Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!
[Loud gunshot]
[Dave, shouting]
Alvin!
Will you please put that thing down and get back here and sing!?
[Chipmunks]
Oh how he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle,
As he swings,
Back in forth in his saddle,
On a horse,
[Alvin]
What a horse!
[Chipmunks]
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',
[Alvin]
Rootin' tootin'!
[Chipmunks]
Son of a gun from Arizona,
He's some cowboy,
Talk about your cowboy,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
[Gunshots to the beat]
[Alvin, shouting to fade out]
High-ho, Alvin! |
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