Paroles de Way Out West (On West End Avenue)

I'd travel the plains. In mountain streams I'd paddle. Over the Rockies I would trail. I'd hark to the strains Of cowboys in the saddle- Not very musical but male. I've roamed o'er the range with the herd, Where seldom is heard an intelligent word. Git along, little taxi, you can keep the change. I'm riding home to my kitchen range Way out west on West End Avenue. Oh, I love to listen to the wagon wheels That bring the milk that your neighbor steals Way out west on West End Avenue. Keep all your mountains And your lone prairie so pretty, Give me the fountains That go wring at Rodeo City. I would trade your famous deer and antelope For one tall beer and a cantaloupe Way out west on West End Avenue. Yippee-aye-ay!