King of the Rodeo Lyrics

He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray.

Straight in the picture pose,
He's coming round to meet you.

And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay.

Me and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll.

How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favor,
Hold on not my fairy tale, you're trying to start.

Take off your overcoat you're staying for the weekend,
And swaying like a smokey grey, a drinking in the park.

Me and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll.

Good time to roll on...