About some time long ago there was a man named Cowboy Kyle
He stirred up a lot of trouble, he's what made the west so wild
He'd go from town to town, putting his guns to use
Until one bright and early day he had a clash with Bad Bruce, oh
Guns drawn, at dawn
Guns drawn, at dawn
Kyle rode into town one day, spastic as could be
He went to shooting at everything that his eyes could see
Bruce said "What's all that racket?!" as he gets out of bed
He saw Kyle out and about and put a bullet through his head
Guns drawn, at dawn
Guns drawn, at dawn
Things went back to normal, now that he was dead
Bruce threw him in a lake and later went back to bed
Now don't go hurting people, and mind your own business
Or you might end up like Kyle here, sleeping with the fishes