Then the Manne of Bookes reached across his belt
And out a big Colt's hogleg drew
The cylinder holdin' six lead pills
A cure for what's ailin' you.

Then he said to the chimp, whether smoke or real
"You ain't innerruptin' this fight!
Ol' Gnuer's been chompin' at the LH bit
An' we're gonna see who's right.

I don't care for yer pork-pie hat
Or yer blank-an'-white saddle shoes
Cuz you look like a pimp from Prescott line
So back off, or sing the blues!"