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Well, I was blown out of bed, hit in the head

I saw three flashes of atomic red Spun around town, shot in the ground

Swirled and swirled three times faster than sound

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons hydrogen

Like they rate an atomic bomb

Woody's Roundup right here every day

Woody's Roundup come on, it's time to play

There's Jessie, the yodeling cowgirl

(yo-de-la, you-de-la, yo-de-la)

Bullseye, he's Woody's horse (grrr...he's a smart one)

Pete the old prospector and Woody the man himself of course

It's time for Woody's Roundup, he's the very best

He's the rootinest tootinest cowboy in the wild wild west