MOOOOOOO-HAW!

This here town ain't big enough for you and me
So you better flee
This cow's fancy-free!

Good or bad or ugly, I've never been matched
Think you can step to Esther Winchester
The heifer hooligan of the West
No sheriff can catch?

So you little varmints want some juicy limes?
Do your own crimes!
'Cause they're ALL MINE!
Stickin' up the Wild West, but it's all smiles
'Cause I'm the rootin'-ist, shootin'-ist outlaw
In the Inkwell Isles!

Moo-haw!

You cups sure got beef with me
That much, I can see!
You're Texas toast
I'm gonna roast you at high noon!
So lets' play!
Yippie-ki-yi-yay!
You can't out-outlaw this brilliant bovine bandit
Not today!
Pesky little tumblers, you're just havin' a cow!
I was the frontier's sharpest shot
I still am now!

I'll round you up, chaps!
Wrangle you in a snap!
And pour a sarsaparilla in your skull
Naw, this ain't bull!
My coffer's full!

Moo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-haw!

Giddyup Git! This dogie's always runnin'!
Lowdown Hoedown, I'm bettin' all in!
You dang-blasted cups
Say you'll die standin' up?
Well, I'll be happy to oblige and take the win!

I've got riches
You're in stitches
That's right!
Yes, this cash cow's gonna take the fight!

I prime my attacks
With the fattest of stacks!
And I'll ride off in the night!
Infamy and fortune's gonna be your doom
In my vacuum
'Cause I'm no Molly Moo!
Stickin' up the Wild West, but it's all smiles
'Cause I'm the rootin'-ist shootin'-ist outlaw
In the Inkwell Isles!

Moo-haw!

What in tarnation--
AHH HEY!!!

[In 3, 2, 1, Let' Sausage]

GASP! Look what y'all made me do!
I look like some ordinary sausage that'd go in a stew!
You think this is funny?
I'll make you mincemeat, too!
I'm gonna make ya wish ya wasn't born!
That's it! you know what they say about gettin' the horns!
[Esther Winchester Is Tired Of Your Bull]

You've too much mustard, think you took me down?
My chuck's been ground
I'm still the best shot in town!
Well, this hot dogie's comin' down to raise the "steaks"
I'll be your udder-ly worst-case scenario
Then you'll be below the snakes!
Here in the prairie, there ain't no time to think
You'll miss if you blink
Get beaned by my sausage links!
Exchanged my shootin' iron for somethin' tin
To send you cups into a spin!

This here town ain't big enough for me and you
This babe's feelin' blue
But Esther's still kickin', true!
Good or bad or ugly, I've never been matched
Except by the cups who've
Hatched a plan to bake themselves a Wondertart!
Faced the cow whose larceny was finer than art!

Stickin' up the Wild West, but it's all smiles!
'Cause I'm the rootin'-ist
Tootin'-ist
Shootin'-ist
Lootin'-ist
Brute-in'-ist
Moo-tin'-ist outlaw
But I'll be quite frank
I know when I'm spanked
By the devil-defyin' cups from the inkwell Isles!

Moo-haw!