The Wild Wild West
Living in these days
Is a mess
It is what we call
The Wild Wild West
We ride um
We rope um
We shoot um
Then run
We like to get drunk
Have us some fun
We drank our whiskies
We bathe in a drum
Never had much schooling
But we know our rum
The Wild Wild West
Is still the same
We ride our horses
Until were lame
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