They call me Sugarbone Thompson
And I'm going to the rodeo
A German lady on my arm
And I used to live in Hammersmith
They call me Sugarbone Thompson
I ain't lying and I used to be a cowboy
Still am one
Riding on the hilltops
Cos I'm a Brown Hatted son of a b****
I"m a velvet hatted son of a b****
Sometime ago I was riding through the canyons
Group of Mexican hats came up to me on horseback
They said 'we don"t like to see bad boys like you around here'
I reached down for my long silver pistol
and I taught each and everyone of them a lesson
you know why? I"ll tell you why
cos I"m a Brown Hatted son of a b****
I"m a Velvet Hatted son of a b****
I"m Sugarbone Thompson
I won"t hear anything else
And I'm going to the rodeo
A German lady on my arm
And I used to live in Hammersmith
They call me Sugarbone Thompson
I ain't lying and I used to be a cowboy
Still am one
Riding on the hilltops
Cos I'm a Brown Hatted son of a b****
I"m a velvet hatted son of a b****
Sometime ago I was riding through the canyons
Group of Mexican hats came up to me on horseback
They said 'we don"t like to see bad boys like you around here'
I reached down for my long silver pistol
and I taught each and everyone of them a lesson
you know why? I"ll tell you why
cos I"m a Brown Hatted son of a b****
I"m a Velvet Hatted son of a b****
I"m Sugarbone Thompson
I won"t hear anything else