See that boy standing there by the dance floor  He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man  Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle  And an empty Copenhagen can  He's talkin' cowboy this and cowboy that  Well I'll bet one thing's for sure  The only stampede that he's ever seen  Is the clearance at the western store    All hat and no cattle, that boy just ain't real  All boots and no saddle, don't know how to make a cowgirl feel  Think I'm gonna tell him to pack up his act  And go back where he came from  'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done    He's just a smooth-talkin', long-tall slow-walkin'  Srugstore-made-up dude  So honey don't you fall for that fake Texas drawl  He ain't right for you  What you need's a man that ain't just a hat stand  When you get him home  Well, I don't look like much, but I can sure saddle up  And ride with you all night long    All nat and no cattle, that boy just ain't real  All boots and no saddle, don't know how to make a cowgirl feel  Think I'm gonna tell him to pack up his act  And go back where he came from  'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done    All hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done