[bad word] Alameda Slim - Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo

Alameda: Now listen up!
There are crooks in this here West
Who have claimed to be the best,
An' think they wrote the book on how [bad word]  

Well, as good as they may be,
Not a one's as good as me,
An' 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] #39; yet devised!
 'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
Why, looky how them cows get hypnotized! 

Bill: He don't prod,
Phil: he don't yell,
Gill: Still he drives them dogies well,
Brothers: Which ain't easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL! 

Alameda: Yes, if you’re lookin' from a bovine point of view,
I sure can yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo! 

(Here we go, boys!
 Five thousand cattle in the side pocket!)

[Yodels "William Tell overture", "Yankee Doodle", and "Beethoven's Ode to Joy"] 

Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle
Brothers: sound them cattle [bad word] take to heart!
Alameda: Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
An' smack my big [bad word] if that ain't art! 

Gill: He don't rope!
Bill: Not a chance!
Phil: He just puts 'em in a trance!
Brothers: He's a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants! 

Alameda: Yep! I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!
Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodle-adle-eedle-idle
I got cattle out the ol' wazoo!
'Cause I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo! 

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!