Lyrics: Ella Fitzgerald. Cow Cow Boogie.

Out on the plains down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day
And as he jogged along I heard him singin'
A most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah

Get along, get hip little dogies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip little dogies
And he trucked 'em on down that old fairway
Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah

Singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch
He was raised on Loco weed
He's what you call a swing half breed
Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah

Get along, get hip little dogies
Get along, you better be on your way
Get along, get hip little dogies
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singin' the cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah

Singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch
That cat was raised on Loco weed
Jack, he's what you call a swing half breed
Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah

Get, get, get along little dogies, you better be on your way