|
The Lone Ranger!Its cops and robbers coming through! He's got to go its getting late, Does he lock them up or not, what a debate He's got no hat it's all shot up And he can't have coffee there's a hole in his cup His poor horse is shattered oh glory be He needs a drink, water, not tea! He's got his gun all at the ready Oh cor blimey his hands aint steady He's off on the run after the bad guys But oh lordy lord he's in for a surprise The bad guys a woman, oh what a to-do! He's really stuck, don't know what to do! So I think its time to hang up that hat… Cos Mr Texas Lawman - we cant have that! He's on his horse galloping away, He's after the robbers every day! And now his horse, poor little thing, He took the bend and his heart went ding! Almost slipped in the mud, he hurt his head, Landed on the robber, oh hell, he's dead! Well blow me down and look at that! The Texas Lawman's lost his hat! Now he'll have to retire and hang up his gun, Cos this Texas Lawman's pistol days are done! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|