Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth
Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)
Jimmy Carl Black (vocals)
Jimmy Carl Black:
My name is Burtram, I am a redneck.
All my friends, they call me
Burt.
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Hi, Burt!
Jimmy Carl Black:
All
my family from down in Texas
make their livin' diggin' dirt.
Come out here to
Californy
just to find me some pretty girls.
Ones I seen gets me so horny
ruby
lips,
n'teeth like pearls.
Wanna love 'em all.
Wanna love 'em dearly.
Wann
pretty girl,
I'll even pay ...
I'll buy 'em furs. I'll buy 'em jewelry ...
I
know they like me. Here's what I'll say.
I'm lonesome cowboy Burt.
( Speakin'
atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt.
( Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
my
cowboy dance,
my bold advance.
On this here waitress ...
Mark Volman & Howard
Kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy Burt.
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.
Jimmy Carl
Black:
Come on in this place
an' I'll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where's my waitress?
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Burtram, Burtram redneck.
Burtram, Burtram redneck.
Jimmy Carl Black:
I'm an awful nice guy.
Sweat all
day in the sun.
I'm a roofer by trade,
quite a bundle I've made
I'm unionized roofin'
old
Son-of-a-gun.
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
He's a unionized roofin'
old
son-of-a-gun.
Jimmy Carl Black:
When I get off, I get plastered.
I
drink till I fall on the floor.
Find me some Communist bastard
n' stomp on his face till
he don't
move no more.
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
He stomps on his face till
he don't
move no more.
Jimmy Carl Black:
I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on
drinkin'
till my eyes puff up an' turn red.
I drool on m'shirt.
I see if he's
hurt.
Then I kick him again in the head, let's
Everybody:
Kick him again in the
head! Boys!
Kick him again in the head! Now!
Kick him again in the head!
Jimmy
Carl Black:
I'm lonesome cowboy Burt.
( Speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y
shirt.
( Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
my cowboy dance,
my bold advance.
On this here waitress ...
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy
Burt.
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.
Jimmy Carl Black:
Come on in this
place
an' I'll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where's my waitress?
