Well, his cattle each have numbers.
And they all eat in a line.
When he turns the floodlights on each night.
Of course the herd looks perfect!
Computer Cowboy.
Well, he rides the range 'til midnight.
And the wild coyotes yowl.
As he trots beneath the floodlights.
And of course the rhythm is perfect!
Computer Cowboy.
Ride along computer cowboy.
To the city just in time.
To bring another system down.
And leave your alias behind:
Computer syscrusher.
Syscrusher. syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Computer syscrusher.