Lyrics:

Mark volman (vocals)Howard kaylan (vocals)Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)Aynsley dunbar (drums)George duke (keyboards, trombone)Martin lickert (bass)Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)Jim pons (vocals)Jimmy carl black (vocals)Jimmy carl black:My name is burtram, I am a redneck.All my friends, they call me burt.Mark volman & howard kaylan:Hi, burt!Jimmy carl black:All my family from down in texasMake their livin' diggin' dirt.Come out here to californyJust to find me some pretty girls.Ones I seen gets me so hornyRuby lips,N'teeth like pearls.Wanna love 'em all.Wanna love 'em dearly.Wann pretty girl,I'll even pay ...I'll buy 'em furs. I'll buy 'em jewelry ...I know they like me. here's what I'll say.I'm lonesome cowboy burt.( speakin' atcha!)Come smell my fringe-y shirt.( reekin' atcha!)My cowboy pants,My cowboy dance,My bold advance.On this here waitress ...Mark volman & howard kaylan:He's lonesome cowboy burt.Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.Jimmy carl black:Come on in this placeAn' I'll buy you a taste.You can sit on my face.Where's my waitress? Mark volman & howard kaylan:Burtram, burtram redneck.[Lonesome Cowboy Burt lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]Burtram, burtram redneck.Jimmy carl black:I'm an awful nice guy.Sweat all day in the sun.I'm a roofer by trade,Quite a bundle I've madeI'm unionized roofin' oldSon-of-a-gun.Mark volman & howard kaylan:He's a unionized roofin' oldSon-of-a-gun.Jimmy carl black:When I get off, I get plastered.I drink till I fall on the floor.Find me some communist bastardN' stomp on his face till he don'tMove no more.Mark volman & howard kaylan:He stomps on his face till he don'tMove no more.Jimmy carl black:I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin'Till my eyes puff up an' turn red.I drool on m'shirt.I see if he's hurt.Then I kick him again in the head, let'sEverybody:Kick him again in the head! boys!Kick him again in the head! now!Kick him again in the head!Jimmy carl black:I'm lonesome cowboy burt.( speakin' atcha!)Come smell my fringe-y shirt.( reekin' atcha!)My cowboy pants,My cowboy dance,My bold advance.On this here waitress ...Mark volman & howard kaylan:He's lonesome cowboy burt.Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.Jimmy carl black:Come on in this placeAn' I'll buy you a taste.You can sit on my face.Where's my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch!