The Lone Ranger

Go on and get my propeller
'Cause I can hardly walk
I'll get your inhaler
'Cause you can hardly breathe

On account of my
On account of my
On account of my
Losing my 'haler

We broke a pool cue
Over a hustler
We broke a bottle
Over a drink
If you don't run
Then I can't trip you
I've got two
Fake legs

I'll get you
Some brandy
For them
Sad marks

Then I'll get us
Some jack
For our
Pack of hounds
For our
Pack of hounds
For our
Pack of hounds
For our
Pack of hounds
For our
Pack of hounds

We broke a pool cue
Over a hustler
We broke a bottle
Over a drink
If you don't run
Then I can't trip you
I've got two
Fake legs

My paws walk
My paws walk
My paws walk
Get the drill
My paws walk
My paws walk
My paws walk
Get the drill

We broke a pool cue
Over a hustler
We broke a bottle
Over a drink
If you don't run
Then I can't trip you
I've got two
Fake legs

Hi-yo, Silver, away!