Yodel Adle Eedle Idle Oo

There are crooks in this here West Who have claimed to be the best, And think they wrote the book on how to rustle Well, as good as they may be, Not a one&as good as me, An&I barely have to move a single muscle They call me mean, boys Depraved and nasty too And they ain&seen, boys, The cruelest thing I do You see, I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle The sweetest way of rustlin&yet devised &when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle Why, looky how them cows git hypnotized He don&prod, he don&yell, Still he drives them doggies well, Which ain&easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL Yes, if yer lookin&from a bovine point of view, I sure can yodel-adle-eedle-idle Yodel-adle-eedle-idle Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-Oo A sound them cattle truly take to heart Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-Oo An&smack my big ol&rump if that ain&art He don&rope. Not a chance. He just puts &in a trance He&a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants Yep! I&the real rip-roarin&deal to those who moo Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle Yodel-adle-eedle-idle I got the cattle out the ol&wazoo &I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo