Crazy Cowboys

We're trying to write a poem but nothin' is comin' to mind.

For its 'bout ten and night time's set in;

With nothin' to do we're countin' on you.

So pull up a seat and listen to our beat.

Cause we're the barrel racers from the woods,

You can't beat us in our own hood.

We're turnin' and burnin' and kickin' up dust,

All those cowboys look at us with lust.

Those bull riders are getting' bucked off, team ropers missin' everyone.

Bull doggers are fallin' clean off and the barrel racers are makin' up for their loss.

Now those calf ropers are wavin' it off and gettin' flagged out with a gentle toss,

And the bronc riders justed checked out Rachael Ross.

Now we're sitting here watching this all take place,

Because the way we barrel race makes those cowboys glare.