The Galloping Gaucho Songtext
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The Galloping Gaucho Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Smegmakovitch, Micheal Slater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

