The Chipmunks: Oh, how he sings Raggy music to his cattle As he swings back and forth In his saddle on a horse (what a horse) That is, syncopated-gated What a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run when they hear The feller's gun because the western folks all know He's a high falutin', rootin-tootin', son-of-a-gun From Arizona, he's some cowboy Talk about your cowboy Ragtime cowboy Joe Alvin: If that horse throws us one more time I'm gonna send him to the glue factory Ouch! Stop it! You miserable- Hey, hop-along, do you know how they make glue? Theodore: Alvin, that's not nice!