There are crooks in this here west
Who have claimed to be the best
And they think they wrote the book on how [bad word] 
Well, as good as they may be
Not a one's as good as me
And I barely have to move a single muscle!

They call me mean, boys, 
Depraved and nasty, too
And they ain't seen, boys,
The [bad word] thing I do:

You see I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
The sweetest way [bad word]  yet devised.

'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle
Why, look, how them cows get hypnotized!

- He don't prod, he don't yell, still he drives them dogies well
   Which ain't easy, when your chaps are labeled XXXXL!

Yes, if you're lookin' from a bovine point of view
I shure can 

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-odle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo

Here we go, boys! 5000 cattle in the side pocket!

[gejodel]

Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
sound that cattle [bad word] take to heart.

Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
And smack my big [bad word] if that aint art.

- He don't rope - Not a chance! - He just puts 'em in a trance.
- He's a pioneer pied piper in ten-gallon underpants!

Yep, I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!
Thanks to my 

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-odle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo