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