The Galloping Gaucho Songtext
von Stackridge

The Galloping Gaucho comes to town
Riding like a demon vaquero
Bought his horse for half a crown
And called it Scarface Jock

Battered guitar on his back
Poncho looking just like a light show
All his welfare in a sack
He often travelled light

He rode off through the night

With a fleeting glance
At a local dance
And a cloud of dust
In the morning

The girls all stood and stared
Intentions undeclared
For a six-foot drip
With a plastic whip
He could not be compared


The Galloping Gaucho hits the town
Made a date with Los Paraguayos
Dressed in his pinstripe suits of brown
He wore his bowler hat

Drinking wine and feeling fine
When a dark-haired girl appeared in the doorway
Dressed in green like a gypsy queen
She looked like dynamite

They rode off through the night

With a farewell glance
At a local dance
And a cloud of dust
In the morning

The boys all stood and stared
Intentions undeclared
Who played Don Juan
With a shaky hand
He could not be compared

The stack-hold cowboys in our town
Are apt to think they′re demon vaqueros
Dressed in pinstripe suits of brown
They say that we're uncool


With shiny guitars on their backs
Make-up looking just like a light show
Just avoiding income tax
To get a little tight

They ride off through the night

With a far-out glance
At a local dance
And a cloud of dust
In the morning

The girls all stood and stared
Intentions undeclared
To the buzz-saw blade
On his last crusade
They could not be compared