Ella Mae Morse — Cow-Cow Boogie

Out on the plains, down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy riding the range one day And as he jogged along, I heard him singin' A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty he learned in the city Ah comma ti ai-yay comma ti, yipply yi ay Get along, get hip, little doggies Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip, little doggies And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti ai-yay comma ti yipply yi ay Singing his cowboy song, he's just too much He's got a knocked-out western accent With a Harlem touch, he was raised on loco weed He's what you call a swing half-breed Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti ai-yay comma ti yipply yi ay Get along, little doggie Better be on your way, your way G-get along, little doggie And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti ai-yay ay, comma ti yipply ai-yay Yip yip, singing his cowboy songs Yip yip, as he was juggling along Yip yip, he sings with a Harlem touch Yip yip, that cat is just too much Singin' his cow, cow boogie, in the strangest way Comma ti ay yi yi yi ay