(With apologies to Johnny Mercer)

I’m an old cowhand from the hinterland, Which an Eastern wuss wouldn’t understand. Ain’t a rich folks tax-cut I wouldn’t sign, But I don’t know no one who drinks white wine. How ’bout Kenneth Lay? Weren’t no friend of mine. Yippee i oh ti-ay! Yippee i oh ti-ay!

I’m a cowpoke, folks. Don’t eat artichokes. Burgers do me fine. Wash ’em down with Cokes. In my battle flight-suit I’ll strike a pose, But I got compassion, down to my toes. It’s for unborn babies and CEOs. Yippee i oh ti-ay! Yippee i oh ti-ay!

I’m a cowboy, guys. This is no disguise. I don’t flip or flop. I don’t agonize. Ain’t no bad guy goin’ I won’t bombard. Kerry’s soft on bad guys and I am hard– Toughest hombre ever hid in the Guard. Yippee i oh ti-ay! Yippee i oh ti-ay!