What Does It Feel Like?

I'd travel the plains, I'm mountain streams
I'd paddle over the Rockies I would trail
I'd hark to the strains of cowboys in the saddle
Not very musical but male
I've roamed o'er the range with the herd
Where seldom is heard an intelligent word
Git along, little taxi, you can keep the change
I'm riding home to my kitchen range
Way out west on west end avenue
That bring the milk that your neighbor steals
Way out west on west end avenue
Keep all your mountains
And your lone prairie so pretty
Give me the fountains
That go wring at Rodeo City
I would trade your famous deer and antelope
For one tall beer and a cantaloupe
Way out west on west end avenue
Yippee, aye, ay