Verse 1: School kid “Mac” Gary and his little Sally
Were sweethearts for many long moons;
When night was falling on her he'd go calling,
And warble life’s sweetest of tunes;
He’d say "Tomorrow I'm going to borrow
Shneeb Doe’s car and take you somewhere."
She'd listen discreetly, then say very sweetly,
With her little lady-like air:

Chorus: Don’t yell your same old “Yee-haw!” game,
Each time’s the same; that “Yee-haw” game.
I don’t care how you would do it,
Your rag-tag cowboy shout.
Don’t say it fifty years later,
On a talk show on radio.
Don’t make this girl single, should you cowboy mingle,
So don't fan out.

Verse 2: Gary, you dear, you, I hate to be near you,
Yelling your cowboy line day;
I got the jitters, since you have my pictures,
Won’t you quit that trite act; Gary?
I’ll tell my Pop, Mac, and he will not stop, Mac,
‘Til your cowboy games are through.
That boy’s not great, Mom. His trite line I hate, Mom.
Can’t you both tell him what to do?

Chorus: Don’t yell your same old “Yee-haw!” game,
Each time’s the same; that “Yee-haw” game.
I don’t care how you would do it,
Your rag-tag cowboy shout.
Don’t say it fifty years later,
On a talk show on radio.
Don’t make this girl single, should you cowboy mingle,
So don't fan out.