He was twinkle toes and twang guitar
he sang at Cowboy La Cage
with pouffy hair and bustier
he strolled onto the stage.
Ah, there she is, Reba cloned
In heels and lashes black
The cowboys groaned and women moaned
"Why can't I look like that?"
Red satin swished with guitar licks
folks just played a waiting game
his voice came round with the well known sound
and Fancy was her name
Chorus:
Whatcha gonna do Cowboy La Cage?
when you gotta take the makeup off
those five inch heels that's all the rage
won't make it when you're playing golf
Close your eyes, the voice rings true
from these look-a-likes, by golly
the voice, the hair, it's all up there
like Tammy and of course, Dolly
Chorus:
Whatcha gonna do Cowboy La Cage?
when you gotta take the makeup off
those five inch heels that's all the rage
won't make it when you're playing golf
Copyright @1996 Judie Bright
