Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo - Randy Quaid

Now listen up

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's 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't seen boys

The cruelest thing I do:

You see I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle

The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised

'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle

Why looky how them cows git hypnotized

He don't prod he don't yell

Still he drives them dogies well

Which ain't 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

Here we go boys

Five thousand cattle in the side pocket

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yodel-adle-eedle-odle

Yes I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle

A sound them cattle truly take to heart

Yeah I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle

An' smack my big ol' rump if that ain't art

He don't rope-

Not a chance

He just puts 'em in a trance

He's a pioneer Pied Piper

In ten-gallon underpants

Yep I'm the real rip-roarin' deal

To those who moo

Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle

Dodle-adle-eedle-idle

I got the cattle out the ol' wazoo

'Cause I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo