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  • 作曲 : Grant Clarke/Lewis F. Muir
    Oh how he sings,
    Raggy music to his cattle,
    As he swings,
    Back in forth in his saddle,
    On a horse,
    [Alvin]
    What a horse!
    [Chipmunks]
    Who is syncopated gaited,
    And with such a funny meter,
    To the roar of his repeater!
    How they run,
    When they hear the fella's gun,
    Because the western folks all know:
    He's a high falutin',
    [Alvin]
    Rootin' tootin'!
    [Chipmunks]
    Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
    He's some cowboy,
    Talk about your cowboy,
    Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
    [Musical Interlude]
    (Gunshots)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!
    (Gunshot)
    [Dave, speaking]
    Alvin, stop shooting that gun.
    (Gunshot)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!
    (Gunshot)
    [Dave, speaking]
    Alvin, will you put that gun down!
    (Gunshot)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!
    (Loud gunshot)
    [Dave, shouting]
    Alvin!
    Will you please put that thing down and get back here and sing!?
    [Chipmunks]
    Oh how he sings,
    Raggy music to his cattle,
    As he swings,
    Back in forth in his saddle,
    On a horse,
    [Alvin]
    What a horse!
    [Chipmunks]
    Who is syncopated gaited,
    And with such a funny meter,
    To the roar of his repeater!
    How they run,
    When they hear the fella's gun,
    Because the western folks all know:
    He's a high falutin',
    [Alvin]
    Rootin' tootin'!
    [Chipmunks]
    Son of a gun from Arizona,
    He's some cowboy,
    Talk about your cowboy,
    Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
    (Gunshots to the beat)
    [Alvin, shouting to fade out]
    High-ho, Alvin!
  • 作曲 : Grant Clarke/Lewis F. Muir
    Oh how he sings,
    Raggy music to his cattle,
    As he swings,
    Back in forth in his saddle,
    On a horse,
    [Alvin]
    What a horse!
    [Chipmunks]
    Who is syncopated gaited,
    And with such a funny meter,
    To the roar of his repeater!
    How they run,
    When they hear the fella's gun,
    Because the western folks all know:
    He's a high falutin',
    [Alvin]
    Rootin' tootin'!
    [Chipmunks]
    Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
    He's some cowboy,
    Talk about your cowboy,
    Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
    [Musical Interlude]
    (Gunshots)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!
    (Gunshot)
    [Dave, speaking]
    Alvin, stop shooting that gun.
    (Gunshot)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!
    (Gunshot)
    [Dave, speaking]
    Alvin, will you put that gun down!
    (Gunshot)
    [Alvin, speaking]
    Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!
    (Loud gunshot)
    [Dave, shouting]
    Alvin!
    Will you please put that thing down and get back here and sing!?
    [Chipmunks]
    Oh how he sings,
    Raggy music to his cattle,
    As he swings,
    Back in forth in his saddle,
    On a horse,
    [Alvin]
    What a horse!
    [Chipmunks]
    Who is syncopated gaited,
    And with such a funny meter,
    To the roar of his repeater!
    How they run,
    When they hear the fella's gun,
    Because the western folks all know:
    He's a high falutin',
    [Alvin]
    Rootin' tootin'!
    [Chipmunks]
    Son of a gun from Arizona,
    He's some cowboy,
    Talk about your cowboy,
    Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
    (Gunshots to the beat)
    [Alvin, shouting to fade out]
    High-ho, Alvin!