Hey diddle-daddle, you fell from your saddle
You don't even own a horse but dreamed you do
Now you are riding away to the grand bayou
Wearing your trusty gun by your side, tipped
Your hat to sweet lady hoping she would ride.
Hoping to end up with daddle, too much doodle
Rome was not build in a day, so how can you?
You flash her your handsomest smile, but no
She's just lonely for talk, you couldn't poke
So, where else to go but alley or corner store.
Men are such pokers, while women prefer to look
Drinking in a bar, just enjoying cool band music
Men would make all allusions, foregone conclusions
Wanna dance, a dude suggests, lady did not take it
Went red in the face and walked away, bill unpaid.
Hey diddle-daddle, you fell from your saddle
You don't even own a horse but dreamed you do
Now you are riding away to the grand bayou
Wearing your trusty gun by your side, tipped
Your hat to sweet lady, wanna force her to ride?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem