I'm a lil' cowhand in the desert sand

The Lil’ Cowhand (adapted from Harry Connick’s wonderful ditty)

Oh, step aside, y’all silly droolley lips!
Cause I’m about to sing my song…

I’m a lil’ cowhand in the desert sand
My legs ain’t bowed, and my cheeks are gettin' tan
Well I’m a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer ’cause what’s one anyhow
And I sure ain’t able to start learnin’ now
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

I’m a lil’ cowhand in the desert sand
And I learned to ride before I learned to say an’thin’
Well I’m a ridin fool who is up to date
I know every button on this cell-u-lo
’cause I watch the rents as they talk ya know
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

Look out, I’m gonna show y’all how to ride now
Here we go

I’m a lil’ cowhand in the desert sand
And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
’bout the twinkly stars and the farmer O’
’cause I learned them all on iPod yo
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

Now my story’s almost done, so listen up!
You ain’t got much longer now

I’m a lil’ cowhand in the desert sand
Where the monsoons’ll blow yer trunks right off the land
Where the sun’s so hot all ya kin do is stand
And the mommy makes you spend time at the pool
And the daddy takes ya to his school
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay

I’m just a lil’ cowhand...