Riding on the range, I’ve got my hat on, I’ve got my boots dusty. I’ve got my saddle on my horse. He’s called….T-t-t-t-t-trigger of course. I wanna be a cowboy and you can be my cowgirl. I wanna be a cowboy. Riding on the chuck wagon, following my man. His name is Ted, can you believe that? Camping on the prairie plays havoc with my hair. Makes me feel quite dirty, though we all do sometimes.
Boys Don’t Cry