My name is Burtram I am a redneck All my friends, They call me Burt (Hi, Burt!) All my family from down in Texas Make their live diggin' dirt Come out here to Californy Just to find me some pretty girls The ones I seen gets me so horny Ruby lips and teeth like pearls Wanna love 'em all Wanna love 'em dearly Wanna 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 say I'm lonesome cowboy Burt (Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringey shirt (Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress He's lonesome cowboy Burt Don't you get his feelings hurt Come on in this place And I'll buy you a taste You can sit on my face Where's my waitress? Burtram Burtram redneck Burtram Burtram redneck I'm an awful nice guy Sweat all day in the sun Roofer by trade Quite a bundle I've made I'm a unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun When I get off, I get plastered Drink till I fall onna floor Find me some Communist bastard 'N stomp on his face till he don't move no more He stomps on his face till he don't move no more I fuss an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin' Till my eyes puff up an' turn red I drool on my shirt I see if he's hurt Kick him again in the head, yes! Kick him again in the head, boys! Kick him again in the head, now! Kick him again in the head! Lonesome cowboy Burt (Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringey shirt (Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress He's lonesome cowboy Burt Ah don't you get his feelings hurt Come on in this place And I'll buy you a taste And you can sit on my face Where's my waitress Opal, you hot little bitch!