Whooppee tai ai ooh rockin' to and throw back in the saddle again

My little bot said (daddy who's Gene Autry) his old movie was comin' on TV

And I said let me tell you about him son and I took him upon my knee

Why when I was a little boy bout your size and just about every Saturday night

When I could scrape up a dime for the movies and when my daddy said alright

I'd be right downtown at the picture show like everybody else that could

To see a handsome man on a big fine stallion goin' about doing good

Singing whooppee tai ai ooh rockin' to and throw put him back in the saddle again

Whooppee tai ain yeh let him go on his way back in the saddle again

Well he could ride his horse and play his guitar and sing all at the same time

And I was ridin' right along there beside him on that broomstick pony of mine

And you know his pistol never ran out of bullets when the bad guys had to be stopped

And somehow his bullets never drew any blood but the bad guys dropped when he shot

Yeah old Gene was an image of justice and goodness and purity

And in the eyes of a poor little country boy he made the world look better to me

Singing whooppee tai ai ooh...

And you know the way he rescued the rancher's daughter

He'd sent a thrill right up the aisle

And the endin' would always send us home with a good victorious smile

Now you ask me who's Gene Autry well son go ahead and watch the show

And then ride off into the sunset with him like I did forty years ago

Singing whooppee tai ai ooh...