I was walking down the street looking for my gal.
When out in the pasture, I saw her milking a cow.
Wouldn't nothing I could do or nothing I could say.
So I put that girl down and made her eat some hay.

Out in the pasture where the grass does grow. You can see my girl puttin on a show.

Nick, Nack, I got a cowgirl on my sack.
She couldn't say jack, while I painted stick figures on her back.
Hipples, Dipples, milk squirted out her nipples.

Out in the pasture where my dreams float high. You can see milk squirtin in the sky.

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