The Rocking Horse Cowboy
The Rocking Horse Cowboy
I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys
I yea ha along with the best
Me finger and thumb
I use as a gun
And ride the top horse in the west
I ride the top horse in the west
He’s sturdy and ready to please
It’s no big deal
When he shares my meal
I feed him fish-fingers and peas
I feed him fish-fingers and peas
Then he’s ready to canter and go
He really flies
When chasing bad guys
And always we catch them, you know
Always we catch them, you know
Those bad guys who pinch all my toys
We never fail
To throw them in jail
I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys
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