Out on the plains down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day
And as he jogged along I heard him singin'
The most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Now get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip little doggies
He trucked 'em on down that old fairway
Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Now singin' his cowboy songs
He's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a harlem touch
He was raised on local ways
He's what you call a swingin' half breed
Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little dogies
Get along, you better be on your way
Get along, get hip little dogies
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singin' the cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch
That cat was raised on Loco weed
Jack, he's what you call a swing half breed
Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get, get, get along little dogies, you better on your way
Writer(s): Gene de Paul, Don Raye, Benny Carter
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