Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo
Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by
Glenn Slater
Performed by Randy Quaid with David Burnham, Jason
Graae and Gregory Jbara
Yodling by Randy Erwin and Kerry
Christenson
Now listen up!
There
are crooks in this here West
Who have claimed to be the best
And think
they wrote the book on how to rustle
Well, as good as they may be
Not a
one's as good as me
An' I barely have to move a single muscle!
They call
me mean, boys
Depraved and nasty too
And they ain't seen, boys
The
cruelest thing I do
You see, I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
The
sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised!
'Cause when I
yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
Why, looky how them cows git
hypnotized!
He don't prod, he don't yell
Still he drives them dogies
well
Which ain't easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL!
Yes, if you're
lookin' from a bovine point of view
I sure can
yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
Here
we go, boys!
Five thousand cattle in the side
pocket!
[Yodeling]
Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle
A sound
them cattle truly take to heart!
Yeah, I can
yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!
An' smack my big ol' rump if that ain't
art!
He don't rope, not a chance!
He just puts 'em in a
trance!
He's a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants!
Yep! I'm
the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!
Thanks to my
yodel-adle-eedle-idle
Dodle-adle-eedle-idle
I got the cattle out the ol'
wazoo!
'Cause I can
yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!
Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!