[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 falutin', [Alvin] Rootin' 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 gettin' 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 falutin', [Alvin] Rootin' 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!