Yipee yi, yippie yo
Yipee yi, yippie yo
Yippie ya
Which sonds rather silly
But every hillbilly
Spends half his life sing that way

He was just a lavender cowboy
With only three hairs on his chest
And he rode on a filly
Called Dafinondilly
The prettiest horse in the west

Every morning they went out together
While the others looked on in dismay
'Cause he'd round up the cattle
A riding side saddle
'Cause he preferred it that way

He was just a lavender cowboy
Who commited a terrible sin
He went out on a bender
And slugged the bar tender
And stole all the strawberry gin

So the posse was sent out to find him
And bring him back dead or alive
And they new as they went
They were hot on the scent
By the smell of Chanel Number Five

And the found him lying unconcious
With blood running down his chin
Till they looked a bit closer
And what do you know sir
They found it was strawberry gin

So they shot the lavender cowboy
And said as they laid him to rest
You'll be happier now boy
You can't be a cowboy
With only three hairs on your chest.
