Some gals, they like babies and houses and things

But give me the feel of a horse that has wings

I'll ride him straight up, like all cowboys do

I'm a straight ridin' lassie

A she buckaroo

There's a secret in life

For which I sure hold

I'm pinin' to ride that old strawberry roan

I'll make him hop out like an old kangaroo

I'm a tough ridin' lassie

A she buckaroo

If you make the rodeos

You'll find me right there

Ridin' and ropin'

And wind in my hair

All the prizes they give

Make the he-men feel blue

I'm a prize-winnin' lassie

A she buckaroo

Sure I'm stuck on myself

But what do I care

There's no none around me to give me the air

But I've never walked home from a trip to the zoo

I'm a man-hatin' lassie

A she buckaroo

Someday when I'm ready

I'll ride down the road

I'll rope me a cowpoke

That's never been throwed

I'll hogtie him tight

Til' he swears he'll be true

I'm a man-hatin' lassie

A she buckaroo

I'll throw away my chaps

And get dresses instead

I'll learn to make biscuits

And maybe cornbread

We'll live in a town

I think that'll do

And goodbye to Patsy

The she buckaroo