[Music playing]
Cowboy: Hyah!
Chorus: Out in the land / Where the men are tough as cactus / Out in the land where the wild, wild west
Lucky Jack: Uhh! Aah...
Chorus: Out in the land of the desperado / If you're soft as an avocado / Yee-haw! You're guacamole, son / Oh, home, this ain't it, pal / Home, home, home on the range / Home, home, better go git, pal / You ain't home on the range / Out in the land where the weak are target practice / Out in the land where they shoot the mild and meek
Lucky Jack: Ooh! Ahh...
Chorus: Out where the bad are a whole lot badder / If you're the type with a nervous bladder / Yip! Yow! Your saddle's gonna reek / 'Cause you ain't home on the range / Cowboy, you're really up a creek / Home, home, home on the range / Home, home, home on the range / Home, home, home on the range
Cowboy: Howdy partner, sheriff.
[Snorts]
[Snorts]
Maggie: Home on the range. Once upon a time, I had a home on the range. But not anymore.
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