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I'm a cowboy
a tiny pair of six guns.
get you ten,
I never seen one.
I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasn't always so wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For seven years,
Now a year for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely the byways of this giant land
Like a western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the chain whereas I once was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every I come to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit like meteors
Watching me 'em and laughing at my small squeaky scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
wouldn't serve me
They me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song both cold and
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for and strike it rich and be a millionaire
Or ride the rodeo and be the one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a movie
Size is all counts, and there you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd grown bitter
(Although that's the only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh year I found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Professor was his name and I drew near
I upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me way, it's time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you know me, and I you
And you know that experiments are just what I do
It's less like a pastime and like a job
Why if I do it, I'd be an unemployed slob
Now I know that suffice if I'm to set you at ease
But I'm thinking as as I can for a man who's down on his knees
And just this passing moment I had a thought, here's I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you shrunk?'
Just nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever been
I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I plucked you from your status, I made you unique
You're a cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the globe folks will to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their riches you
be diminutive in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice to me soft and slow:
Well my pop me it don't matter where a fella goes
You can sail through icy and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, every star
Size don't really count and you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a pair of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
never see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and that is to say
Well, I've real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!