Gunsmoke

Come on fellas, we're gonna have a real good time together

Gunsmoke, homosexual cowboys
Cowboys and the boys leather holster on the hip
Cowpoke, poke-poke!
Cowpoke, poke-poke!

Gunsmoke, tight-jeaned pistol-whipped tough boys playing with their toys
Ranch-hands, holding macho-hands
Cowpoke, poke-poke!
Cowpoke, poke-poke!

Danny boy smokes Virginia Slims
Slimmer than the waist that he works so hard to keep trim
Matthew’s trusty white whip
He knows he’s a man when it’s in his grip, and hе cracks, cracks, oh, cracks the air

Do it!
—You know what I mean
Nice and rough…

Gunsmokе, post-adolescent rustlers
Handlebar mustache hustlers hunting by the pier
Cowpoke, poke-poke!
Cowpoke, poke-poke!

Gunsmoke, tight-jeaned pistol whipped marshal riding from the south outlaw
Pistol in his mouth
Cowpoke, poke-poke!
Cowpoke, poke-poke!

Mean Black Bart hiding in his land
He likes the Indian boys that have no body hair
David's red hot bracking arm
It leaves his mark on the meat that tastes so sweet, oh, so sweet, oh

Come on
All the way!

Gunsmoke, homosexual cowboys
Homosexual cowboys, you know what I mean
Come on guys, let's just get the wagon trains into Serpo
Come on guys, let's have a party
Campfire goin' strong on the prairie
Let's keep those prairie dogs outside, just us, 'til sunrise
Then we ride off, into the sunset