Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Out on the plains, down near Sante Fe
I met a cowboy riding the ranch one day
And as he jogged along
I heard him singing 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 dogie
And they trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singing his cow-cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma-ti-yi-yi-yeah, comma-ti-yippity-yi-yeah
Singing his cowboy songs, he's just too much
He's got a knocked up western accent
With a Harlem touch
He was raised on local weed
He's what you call a swing half breed
Singing his cow-cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma-ti-yi-yi-yeah, comma-ti-yippity-yi-yeah

Get along little dogies, better be on your way
Your way, get along little dogies
And they trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma-ti-yi-yi-yeah, comma-ti-yippity-yi-yeah
Hip-hip, singing his cowboy songs
Hip-hip, as he goes joggin' along
Hip-hip, he sings with a Harlem touch
Hip-hip, that cat is just too much
Singing his cowboy ditty in the strangest way
Comma-ti-yippity-yi-yeah!

Also recorded by Ella Mae Morse, Merrill E. Moore and Dottie Dillard