[ Featuring Randy Quaid ]
Now listen up
There are crooks in this here West
Who have claimed to be the best,
And think they wrote the book on how to rustle
Well, as good as they may be,
Not a one's as good as me,
An' I barely have to move a single muscle
They call me mean, boys
Depraved and nasty too
And they ain't seen, boys,
The cruelest thing I do
You see, I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle
The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised
'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle
Why, looky how them cows git hypnotized
He don't prod, he don't yell,
Still he drives them dogies well,
Which ain't easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL
Yes, if yer lookin' from a bovine point of view,
I sure can yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo
Here we go, boys
Five thousand cattle in the side pocket
Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle
A sound them cattle truly take to heart
Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle
An' smack my big ol' rump if that ain't art
He don't rope
Not a chance
He just puts 'em in a trance
He's a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants
Yep! I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo
Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Dodle-adle-eedle-idle
I got the cattle out the ol' wazoo
'Cause I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo
