We dressed in cowboy outfits
Pretending we had guns
Riding off into the night
As we ate 'Chelsea' buns
Bikes for horses, holsters drawn
Looking for Geronimo
Playing from the early dawn
With nowhere else to go
We rode into the sunset
Until we reached the town
And shot up everyone we saw
And left them on the ground
And just as they surrendered
We heard a familiar shout
Mum screaming it was time for bed
And we could not stay out
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