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 Dixie touch
He was raised on local ways
He's what you call a swingin' half-breed
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 Dixie touch
He was raised on local ways
He's what you call a swingin' half-breed
Singin' his Cow-Cow Boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi, yeah
Comma ti yippity yi, yeah

Writer : DON RAYE, BENNY CARTER, GENE DE PAUL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group