Well, his cattle each have numbers
  And they all eat in a line
  When he turns the floodlights
  on each night
  Of course the herd looks perfect!
  Computer Cowboy.
    Well, he rides
  the range 'til midnight
  And the wild coyotes yowl
  As he trots
  beneath the floodlights
  And of course
  the rhythm is perfect!
  Computer Cowboy.
    Ride along computer cowboy
  To the city just in time
  To bring another system down
  And leave your alias behind:
  Computer syscrusher.
    Computer syscrusher.
    Crusher. Syscrusher.
    Syscrusher.
    Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
    Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
    Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
    Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
    Computer syscrusher.