Too bad Pat Paulsen is dead. He'd probably be leading.
My mother and step father had one of his albums.
With homage to Pat Paulen.
He was fast I can't deny,
at 50 yards he'd hit a fly.
So when that day finally came
to meet the man or murder and fame,
I felt the clutching hands of fear,
and saw the eyes so cold and clear
Of Ringo.
When at last my knees were shaken,
I faced the man who'd never been taken
before I started my lightning draw
casual like he lifted a paw
smothery un gave his lips a licken,
drop his guns and said, Man I'm chicken.