Ragtime Cowboy Joe

[Gunshot]

[Chipmunks]
Oh how he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle,
As he swings,
Back in forth in his saddle,
On a horse,

[Alvin]
What a horse!

[Chipmunks]
Who is syncopated gaited,
And with such a funny meter,
To the roar of his repeater!

How they run,
When they hear the fella's gun,
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high faluting,

[Alvin]
Rooting tootin'!

[Chipmunks]
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
He's some cowboy,
Talk about your cowboy,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!

[Musical Interlude]

[Gunshots]

[Alvin, speaking]
Look out, Sheriff! They're getting away!

[Gunshot]

[Dave, speaking]
Alvin, stop shooting that gun.

[Gunshot]

[Alvin, speaking]
Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!

[Gunshot]
[Dave, speaking]
Alvin, will you put that gun down!

[Gunshot]

[Alvin, speaking]
Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!

[Loud gunshot]

[Dave, shouting]
Alvin!
Will you please put that thing down and get back here and sing!?

[Chipmunks]
Oh how he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle,
As he swings,
Back in forth in his saddle,
On a horse,

[Alvin]
What a horse!

[Chipmunks]
Who is syncopated gaited,
And with such a funny meter,
To the roar of his repeater!

How they run,
When they hear the fella's gun,
Because the western folks all know:
He's a high faluting,

[Alvin]
Rooting tootin'!

[Chipmunks]
Son of a gun from Arizona,
He's some cowboy,
Talk about your cowboy,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!

[Gunshots to the beat]

[Alvin, shouting to fade out]
High-ho, Alvin!