From out the dust, came a man [bad word] and bold
Champion of the fandango
By night he drank whiskey,by day killed bad man
And the townspeople knew him as Rango. [bad word] down the mountainside the people hailed his name
And of his legend they sango
With iron in his heart,steel in his claw
He pumped their heads all full of lead and Rango
 [bad word] 
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
RANGO

ladies man indeed from his head down to his knees
Rango was doing the tango
But in came bad Bill from his hide out on the hill
With a notion to kill Rango.
 [bad word] 
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
RANGO
 [bad word] 
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
RANGO

Now Rango he is gone but his legend still lives on in the 
Brothels and saloon of Durango
He lived as he died
six gun at his side
And all the ladies cried for Rango
 [bad word] 
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
Rango....
RANGO
(Rango,Rango...)