Ride ‘Em Cowbell

Into the battle the dunce is gonna dance around the circle

Gettin’ near a fire the drums will play the same old song

Shopping and revering ‘em all into the mall you hear the style call

So you keep on shakin’ your bums until the leaders gong

Let’s go together in a place that’s far beyond the sun

Over the great orion

And load our guns

Shoot all your bolt against the chart

Imagination’s your dart

It tears apart

Once I met the man who had the manners of a caveman

His untrustworthy eyes said “why do you sing along?”

I’m just like a bird and from my birth I like the brave men

So I don’t tell no lies I sing like I’m ringing a ding dong

Feet down to the ground

Hands up to the sun

That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high

That’s why the quentin told me

That’s why the long train told me

That’s why dean martin told me

That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high