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.
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.
Whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
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.
Whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
He's got a hat and a badge and a jaw
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 drug store rhinestone
kind because they're just all pretend.
Whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.
Whoopee tie, oh, whoopee tie, oh, whoopee tie,
whoopee tie,
oh,
the littlest cowboy rides again.