Us boys they say,
Make them feel really smart, so.
We're dumb in the brain.
Numb-nutted and so shallow.
You copying queer.
Those cowgirls sure don't follow.
We ain't gay.
There's no tomorrow.

We are cowboys in the rope show.

There's lots of pretty, ditzy blondes,
Who don't know what's a cow pie.
We are the pretty prissy blondes.
Who'll go in the ring, and screw our minds.

We are cowboys in the rope show.

They love you when you rope the bull's hooves.

But hey we ain't no foreign lovers.


The weed they say,
that's from California.
Blows up your face.
Cigarettes, we will want to sell you.
The wannabe cowboys,
Make good looking models.
You thinks it's gay.
But there is no tomorrow.

We are the crazy, cowboy ones.
Who'll ride a bull for free.
But you wannabes out there.
Will get on a horse,
And then you'll fly.

The wannabes are on the covers.

Of cigarette ads when your thinkin' of another.

We are cowboys in the rope show.
We are cowboys in the rope show.
We are cowboys in the rope show.