He's just too much, he's got enough stuff left to make sense.

With a hollum such, he was raised on low-go-wing.

He brought you corn, swing, and breathe.

Fanging his cow cow buggy in the strangest way.

Come on, say, yeah, hey.

Come on, say, yeah, hey.

Come on, say, yeah, hey.

It's the cow cow buggy.

The cow boy's buggy song.

And now, back to the adventures of our heroes, Abbott and Costello, as we find them hot on the trail of the bank banded black peat.

Leading a posse of men, they tracked the villain to the lawless town of Deadpan Gulch.

Here they are, riding up the main street of the town.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

What's wrong, what's wrong?

One of my spurs got stuck.

Costello, what do you think you're doing?

Why are you riding underneath your horse?

Well, my horse isn't feeling well, Abbott.

And the doctor told me to watch the stomach.

Well, here we are, men.

We'll probably find black peat in the red dog cafe across the street.

Stop your horse.

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