There's a cowboy whose name was Big Jesse
On his head was a big prairie hat
And a big prairie hat's what they called him
Or something that sounded like that

He rolled down the trail on a gas stove
because he liked riding the range
He was known as an ornery cowpoke
'Til one pocked him back for a change

It tossed him high up on a cactus
One of them with the pointiest thorn
Then he slid down a branch with no pants on
And that's how the yodel was born

Ivor, are you all right?
Yes, I was yodelling
We thought you were having a seizure
I thought he was having a stroke
Don't worry He's always having one of those
I didn't notice his hand in his pocket
He's worn the fingerprints right off his right hand
This is the sound engineer can we get on with it?
Stand by pardners here comes verse four

He was hairy and hairy and scary
An outlaw, a fierce buckaroo
But the posse all called him a pussy
And the injuns had reservations too

In a showdown he faced Wild Bill Itchy-cock
Who was itching' to fill him with lead
When he whipped out his weapon, poor Jesse
Lay dying, and here's what he said

Oh bury me out on the prairie
And send my regards to my mum
Tell her soon neath the sod I'll be lying
While the prairie dogs nest up my bum

Pour whiskey each day on my grave boys
For I sure have a terrible thirst
So they splashed out on pints of Jack Daniels
But they passed it through our kidneys first

And his ghost rides the trail in the moonlight
But the cowboys don't think much of that
cos whenever they think of Big Jesse
They remember that big prairie hat