A little wrangler was born I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm He's such a changeable form in his very first year
Rides on to wrangler school With a slingshot and a saddlebag Of hand-me-down tools Doesn't want to look like a fool Past the jail without tears
Time machines- remembered scenes That a wrangler rides through a passing stream Time's replaced by a peaceful dream Wrangler space
He brings his pony to the gate of the school Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules Like trading a pony for an aging mule He rides away without fear
Time machines- new routine That a wrangler rides through a passing dream And time's replaced by a peaceful stream Space wrangler space
He gets off at a stranger's place Where the girls dance different with familiar grace