Well, across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who sang a sort of Indian hi-de-ho
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a swishing flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the people passing by
One day they went out a walking
Along the railroad track
They were swishing
Not looking
They never came back
Well, across the alley from the alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian hi-de-ho
To the people passing by
One day they went out a walking
Along the railroad track
They were swishing
Not looking
They never came back
Well, across the alley from the alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian hi-de-ho
To the people passing by
To the people passing by