Gee but again I jingle,
Riding clippity-clop atop a single saddle.
Women they try to tempt me
But the minute the pantry's empty
I skedaddle, single saddle.
Ain't a filly been born, be she rose or a thorn,
Gonna keep from the lone prairie.
When they're rounding up strays don't they ever get amazed
By my palomino pal and me?
Oh, when they get out a halter for a-hitchin' me to the altar,
I skedaddle, single saddle.
With a clippity-clop I hop atop my single saddle.
Single saddle, single saddle...
Writer(s): Arthur Altman, Hal David
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