The Last Sensitive Cowboy

When you hear that I'm a cowboy
And I work the cattle trail
You probably assume I'm big and tough (big and tough)
But the trail's worn me down
I don't wanna hang around
I've just about had enough (had enough)
Ya see, I like a nice cup of Espresso
And I like to read my People magazine
I co-ordinate my chaps
But everybody laughs
And say they don't like that shade of green
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range
Well I try to eat a healthy balanced diet
But they all eat their brown beans from the can
They all have to smoke about 6 packs a day
You'd think they was the Marlboro man
And they don't like to go to see the opera
On Friday nights when they get paid
And they don't help me bring in the hanging plants
Every time there's a Native American raid
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range
Cowboy life sure is different these days..
Why brand your cattle when you can just use bovine psychology?
Why have a gunfight when there are so many good paralegals out there?
Nobody drinks in bushwhacks anymore. Besides, we're all switching
over to equal-salt produced tofu jerkey. And if you're gonna ride off
into the sunset, make sure you're using an effective sunblock.
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range