Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - i - de - de Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Yod - el - od - el - lo - ti - de. The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin' Way out where the dogies bawl Where spurs are a - jinglin', a cowboy is singin' This lonesome cattle call. He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done And he rounds up the cattle each fall Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Singin' his cattle call. For hours he will ride on the range far and wide When the night winds blow up a squall His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call. He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie And he sings with an ol' western drawl Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Singin' his cattle call.
Mars Attacks....
Jack Nicholson line: “We lost Congress we still have two branches left. From where I’m sitting two out of three ain’t bad.”