Lyrics:

Riding on the range
I've got my hat on
I've got my boots dusty
I've got my saddle on my horse
He's called (T-T-T-T-T-Trigger)
Of course

I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy

Riding on the chuck wagon
Following my man
His name is Ted
Can you believe that?
(Ted, oh, Ted! Fighting off danger)
Camping on the prairie
Plays havoc with my hair
Makes me feel quite dirty
Though we all do sometimes
(Ted gets so dirty)

I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy


Looking like a hero
Six-gun at my side
Chewing my tobacco
(Quick, drag away, quick, drag away, quick)
Out on the horizon
I see a puff of smoke
Indians on the warpath
(White man speaking with forked tongue, isn't it?)
Or not

I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy


Yippee-yippee-yi, yippee-yippee-yi, yo-yo
Yippee-yippee-yi, yippee-yi, yo-yo
Yippee-yippee-yi, yippee-yippee-yi, yo-yo
Yippee-yippee-yi, yippee, yo-yo-yo
(Oh, yippee, yippee, yo-yo)
My name is Ted
And one day, I'll be dead, yo-yo-yo