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.