Fuzzy Felt Wild West

Fuzzy, Weed and Squirmy Joe are tasteless friends of mine,

Spend their days devising ways to have a good old time,

Weed delights in herbal cures, and Joe likes too much sex,

But all their fun seemed bland and dumb,

When Fuzzy felt Wild West.

When Fuzzy's feeling Wild West, we go out on the town,

We drink that bourbon whiskey, until we're falling down,

We'll have a toot, and scoot our boot, and Yeeha with the rest,

I lost my way in a Chevrolet, when Fuzzy felt Wild West.

In a big ol' hat, a pair of chaps and a rattler for a belt,

We go out looking West and Wild, cos that's how Fuzzy felt,

We like to wrestle Indians, though a cowgirl is the best,

I fooled around with a rodeo clown when Fuzzy felt Wild West.

When Fuzzy's feeling Wild West, we go out on the town,

We drink that bad tequila, until we're falling down,

We dance and sing to a cow bells' ring,

With tattoos on our chests,

To hell and back in a Cadillac, when Fuzzy felt Wild West.

There's many a spak all dressed in black, just like ten years ago,

And metal kids all hairy, and booners that are slow,

There's hippies, punks and trendies, so many they're a pest,

What they need is a good stampede, Fuzzy felt Wild West!

When Fuzzy's feeling Wild West, we go out on the town,

We drink that wicked moonshine, until we're falling down,

We drop our pants, and all line dance, in just a leather vest,

I lost my daks in a Pontiac when Fuzzy felt Wild West.

Well, Saturday would come around and so would Fuzzy,

Six-pack in each hand, and a joint hanging out his mouth,

And in the driveway, a hot pink convertible full of wild, wild,women!

When Fuzzy's feeling Wild West, we go out on the town,

We drink that bourbon whiskey, until we're falling down,

We'll have a toot, and scoot our boot, and Yeeha like the rest,

I lost my way in a Chevrolet, when Fuzzy felt Wild West.

We drank a crate on the interstate when Fuzzy felt Wild West,

Too drunk to fuck in a pick-up truck when Fuzzy felt Wild West!!