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I'm a cowboy
With a tiny of six guns.
get you ten,
I betcha never one.
Well I'm a seven cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I wasn't always so wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For long years,
Now a year for every inch I stand
traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too to stop
I'm at the of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had done me
And town I come to's like a terrible dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and at my small squeaky scream
I went to a 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 both cold and mean
that's how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for and strike it rich and be a millionaire
Or ride the and be the best one at it anywhere.
a brand new car, be a movie star
Size is all counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
With a tiny of six guns
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the way in which I had grown)
And in that seventh year I finally my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst fiend I'd known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew
I hopped his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I my little pistols up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me this way, it's you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you know me, and I you
And you know that strange experiments are 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 fast as I can for a man who's on his knees
And this passing moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just another nameless cowboy, a bumpkin
Riding in the sun, 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 average status, I made you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the folks will come to adore you
Nations bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a titan
Because I, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Mentley shared
And I wondered if he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly old advice came 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.
to the moon, orbit every star
Size don't really and there you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty small)
get you ten (For all you bettin' men)
You'll never see one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and is safe to say
Well, I've thought real and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
here I come!