Lyrics:

(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!