COWBOYCOWBOYWell I'm packing up my game and I'ma head out westWhere real women come equipped with scripts and fake breastsFind a nest in the hills, chill like FlintBuy an old drop top, find a spot to pillAnd I'm a kid rockin' up and down your blockWith a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotchBuy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the mostThen rock that bitch up and down the coastGive a toast to the sun, drink with the starsGet thrown in the mix and tossed out of barsSip the tea, I wanna roamFind hometown, tell the news and come back homeStart an escort service for all the right reasonsAnd set up shop at the top of Four SeasonsKid rockin', I'm the real McCoyAnd I'm headed out west somewhereBecause I wanna be aCOWBOY, BABYWith a top let back and the sunshine shinin'COWBOY, BABYWest coast chillin' with the moonshineI wanna be aCOWBOY, BABYRidin' at night while I sleep all dayCOWBOY, BABYI can smell the tea from a mile awayI bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls inIt goesLike dust in the windI once was lost, but now I'm just blindPalm trees and weeds, scab knees and riceGet a map to the stars, find Heidi FleissAnd if the price is right, then I'm gonna make my bid, boyAnd let California know why they call meA COWBOY, BABYWith a top let back and the sunshine shinin'COWBOY, BABYWest coast chillin' with the moonshineI wanna be aCOWBOY, BABYRidin' at night while I sleep all dayCOWBOY, BABYI can smell the tea from a mile awayCOWBOY, BABYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYCOWBOY, COWBOY, COWBOYYeah, Kid Black, you can call me JacksRollin' Sunset Woman with a bottle of PaxSeen a slimmy in a vat, throw down my glassAnd said, yeah, it is psh-psh-psh right nowGo get done swingin' spurs, sittin' on the floorCall me horse, I'm the boss with the sauce in the horseNo remorse for the sheriff, it is I ain't rightI'm a painter's town red, that paint is white, white, uhCause chaos, rock like AlvideosFind West Coast pussy for my Detroit playersMack like Mayors, ball like LakersThey told us to leave, but bet they can't make usWhy they wanna pick on me?Lock me up and snort away my keyI ain't no chief, I'm just a regular failureI ain't straight out of Compton, I'm straight out the trailerGloss like a sailor, drink like a MickMy only words are with a stomach, radio editI'm flakin' my dick up and down that coastin'And keep on chokin' till it falls in the oceanCOWBOYWith the top left back and the sunshine shinin'COWBOYSpend all my time at Hollywood and vinin'COWBOYRidin' at night cause we sleep all dayCOWBOYI can smell a pig from a mile awayCOWBOYWith the top left back and the sunshine shinin'COWBOYWith the top left back and the sunshine shinin'COWBOYAt Hollywood and vinin'