The Galloping Gaucho - Stackridge

The Galloping Gaucho comes to town, riding like a demon vaquero

He bought his horse for half-a-crown and called it 'Scar faced Jock'

Battered geetar on his back, poncho looking just like a light show

All his welfare in a sack, he often travelled light

He rode all 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

Oh the Galloping Gaucho hits the town

Made a date with Los Paraguayos

Dressed in a pin striped suit of brown

He wore his bowler hat

Drinking wine and feeling fine

When a dark haired girl appeared in a doorway

Dressed in green like a gypsy queen

She looked like dynamite!

They rode all through the night

With a farewell glance at the local dance

And a cloud of dust in the morning

The boys all stood and stared intentions undeclared

For a brave Don Juan with a shaky hand

He could not be compared

Ohhh!

The stack heeled cowboys in our town

Are apt to think they’re demon vaqueros

Dressed in pin stripe suits of brown

They think that we’re uncool

Shiny geetars on their backs

Make up looking just like a light show

Just avoiding income tax to get a little tight

They ride all through the night

With a far off glance at the local dance

And a cloud of dust in the morning

The girls all stood and stared, intentions undeclared

To the boss eyed blade on his last crusade

They could not be compared