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ROCHDALE COWBOY

(Spoken bit:)
Never before in the history of mankind has the story been told of those brave frontiersmen who carved out a passage in the Northwest and made it a place fit for heroes to live in. This is the story of one such man, sausage tosser extraordinar his name Fred Ackroyd

(Singing bit:)
CHORUS: It's hard being a cowboy in Rochdale.
Spurs don't fit right on me clogs.
Yee-haa
It's hard being a cowboy in Rochdale,
'Cause people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.

Almost every night
There's a tripe and cowheel fight
In our local pie and pea saloon,
And poor old Uncle Fred
He spent 18 months in bed
'Cause he tried to kiss a girl who's a boy named Sue. CHORUS

When the sun shines in the west,
That's the time that I like best,
And I go out punching cows with me brother Jack;
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
'Cause he punched one cow and she went and punched him back. CHORUS

In the local temperance bar,
We'd go and have a jar.
There's sarsaparilla and liquorice juice to drink;
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
'Cause he supped the stuff he used to clean the sink. CHORUS

Yer know when us cowpokes hit town,
We go an' 'orses round
With them good-time girls Elsie and Mucky Peg.
When Auntie Kitty found Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
'Cause you can't run fast with your pants halfway down your legs.

CHEERS
Nigel