Story Behind the Song
Becky was the dominatrix; Kent was the slave. Reversed roles on them for this track.
Lyrics
Kent was a Cowboy
Uncle Kent was a cowboy
And Becky was his horse
Kent was back in the saddle
Back on the bottle
Ready to gamble
Looking for trouble
He was running from a girl that he’d knocked up in Tennessee
And he figured on the West coast he’d have anonymity
And he’d ride that horse all night
And yippie ya yo
And he’d ride her every day
And yippie ya ye
And he’d ride her hard and he’d ride her slow
And then he’d dig in his spurs just to watch her go
Yeah, Becky was his horse
She was more than just a horse,
She was more like a Clydesdale...
You know that sooner or later
She’s gonna piss you off
And sooner or later
You’re the one she’s pissing on
You’ll be sucking maple syrup on her pancakes by the fire
Making gashes in the ashes with your poker of desire
And he'd scrub them hefty thighs
And yippie ya yo
And he’d stroke that long grey mane
And yippie ya ye
And he’d ride her hard and he’d ride her slow
And then he’d dig in his spurs just to watch her go
Yeah, Becky was his horse
Hey, hey, hey, yippie ya ye (yippie ya ye, yippie ya ye)
Ho, ho, ho, yippie ya yo (yippie ya yo, yippie ya yo)
Yippie ya ye, yippie ya yo,
Yippie ya ye, yippie ya yo,
Uncle Kent was a cowboy
And Becky was his horse
Hear the old girl bucked him off last week
That bugger of a Kent damn near broke his neck...
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