He's been walking these streets so long
In his singlet stubbies and thongs
He knows every pub in the dirty sidewalks of (wherever)
He'll drink till he pickles his brain
And wake up sleeping in a gutter or drain
You know he thinks he's Casanova
But he's just a lecherous groper
Gets smacked down, but he's feeling no pain

CHORUS
He's a drunk stoned cowboy
Throwing up in the corner and piddling on his boots
He's a drunk stoned cowboy
Fly's hanging open, but he don't even have a clue
His willy's out there turning blue

He's never the one to blame
"I'm innocent, I been framed'
But the coppers all know his name down at the station
He's a two fisted son of a gun
When he's topped up full of Bundaberg rum
You know he says he's on the wagon
Then he grabs another flagon
He's gonna become just another drunken old bum

CHORUS
He's a drunk stoned cowboy
Throwing up in the corner and piddling on his boots
He's a drunk stoned cowboy
Fly's hanging open, but he don't even have a clue
His willy's out there turning blue