When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid I rode Saturdays on My Friend Flicka Sky King Roy Rogers And Flicka’s boy And Sky And Roy Hauled bad guys Off to justice Never seen again Never Never Never seen again Back in a barn Me and Annie Oakley Held our ground Shooting them down Waiting for a hero To cart them all away But no heroes But no others No other heroes Showed up We killed them all ourselves And didn’t surrender Or even pretend to surrender Because We killed them all ourselves When I was a kid I rode Saturdays on My Friend Flicka And bad guys Always got caught