2002-11-08 - 3:00 a.m.
Bum ba deda
Bum ba deda
Bum ba deda
Bum ba deda...
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Howdy there cowpokies!
all you tumble weeds and blunt tokees
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It's time to saddle up and hit the ol' yippie-tie-one-on trail,
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my boot heels be wandering and my horse will not fail,
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and you? why... you're invited to come and ride along
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head em off at the pass just to sing em a song
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don't you think it's cool with the wind upon your neck?
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C'mon there partner, whatchya doin'... tell me! what the heck!?!?!?
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haven't you ever wanted to just stand there erect
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like a cactus silohuetted on a sierra sunset?
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or how bout those progenitors of native descent
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we could share a cup of java, or some ghanji and a tent...
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we could roll like tumble weeds and shake the dust around
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collect some little souvenirs or fossils that we found
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you just need some company and a swig from this here brew
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and after that there aint no tellin' just what you might do
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together we would ride all the way to Altimeda
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with me, your partner, at your side madly singing "bumba deda"
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c'mon now! everybody...
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in unison...
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Bumba deda... Bumba deda...
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