He's got a broomstick horse called Dynamite,
his very favorite friend.
An old steed about four hands high
that runs just like the wind.
There's not an outlaw in the Badlands
that he can't apprehend.
Oh,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
When the other kids are lost in space in plastic rocket ships,
well,
he's meeting bad guys face to face with a big iron on his hip.
Fears a word he's heard,
but it don't mean a thing to him.
Oh,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
Oh, whoopee tie,
oh, whoopee tie, oh, whoopee tie,
whoopee tie, whoopee tie, oh, the littlest
cowboy rides again.
There's a cook named Mom back at the ranch.
She just don't understand
that cowboys always wear their hat in the house and they never
wash their hands.
They eat beef and beans,
not squash and greens,
and don't need tucking
in.
Oh,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
He's got a hat and a badge and
a chaw on his jaw and licorice on his chin.
He's kind to ladies and cats and dogs, but
he's hard on wanted men.
He ain't the truck driving drugstore rhinestone kind,
because
they're just all pretend.
Oh,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
Oh, whoopee
tie, oh, whoopee tie, oh, whoopee tie,
whoopee tie,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy