Out on the plains down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day
And as he jogged along I heard him singing
most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty, he learned in the [bad word] ti yi yi [bad word] ti yippity yi yeah

Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip little doggies
And he [bad word] them on down the old fairway
Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest [bad word] ti yi yi [bad word] ti yippity yi yeah
 [bad word] 
Singin' his cowboy song
He's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem
touch
He was raised on local weed
He's what you call a swing half breed
Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest [bad word] ti yi yi [bad word] ti yippity yi yeah

(Orchestral interlude)

Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way,
Get along little doggie
And he [bad word] them on down the old fairway
Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest [bad word] ti yi yi [bad word] ti yippity yi yeah.

Yip Yip singing his cowboy song
Yip Yip As he was joggling along
Yip Yip he sings with a Harlem touch
Yip Yip that guy is just too much
Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest [bad word] ti yi yi yi yi yi yeah.