It's roundup time and the weather's fine
The strays must all be branded
The irons fry and the dogies cry
But the old man has commanded
So all day long I sing this song
Hold that critter down
Hold him down burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide
Hold him down
When the sun goes down
And the moon comes round
To the old cook shack we're headin'
We'll throw the pie
In the Chink cook's eye
And tie him up in his beddin'
And make him run
To the tune of a gun
So hold that critter down
Hold him down burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide
Hold him down
Yodudadudio alididado
Lalidio alididado
Yodudadudio lidia loadi
I'll head for town
When the boss comes round
With the back pay that he owes me
Get drunk as sin with my old pal Jim
And land where the bouncer throws me
Then bet him ten he can't do it again
So hold that critter down
Hold him down burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide
Hold him down
Back next day with ten minute's pay
Left from the cheque that I drew
The boss said son
You're a son of a gun
But I wish that I was like you
So I'll burn hair for next month's tear
And hold that critter down
Hold him down burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide
Hold him down
Yodudadudio alididado
Lalidio alididado
Yodudadudio lidia loadi
