He wore a purple shirt a yeller neck tie some high
heal boots that come knee high

Crocket spurs hangin' off his feet

The hair across his forehead was combed real neat

He had himself a saddle an old Ham lee

He placed it on the back of that Tweedle Dee

Measured off his hat grain with a piece of hair

Just by lookin' you could tell he was scared

Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee you could tell by lookin'

He's scared of that tweedle dee

Well his chaps were glued up and so was his cap

And that ol pine rosin was a drippin' from his hands

He had his saddle covered so the judges couldn't see

He's glued up ready for this tweedle dee

Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he's glued up and ready

To ride this tweedle dee

All the bronc riders say he's a might rank horse

And many good cowboys' he has tossed

But when you come right down to it

Its pain to see he ain't nothin' but another Tweedle Dee

Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he ain't nothin' but another big balute

He's a tweedle dee