The saloon doors flew wide open
And he danced across the floor
Wearing nothing but a six gun
And a pair of underdrawers
The men turned green with envy
And the women blushed bright red
He dropped his leather holster
And this is what he said

Strip-ee-eye-oh! Strip-ee-eye-ayyy!
I'm a Cowboy Chippendale

He'd flung away his Stetson
And kicked off his cowboy boots
Jumped up on a table
Clad in just his birthday suit
As he flashed his Buntline Special
For all the world to see
We thought about our Derringers
And brooded silently

The barmaid and the schoolmarm
Were in a jealous rage
Throwing garter belts and petticoats
To their hero on the stage
The preacher's wife so daintily
Her bustle she did doff
Then shouted till her voice turned hoarse
"Go cowboy, take it off"

Strip-ee-eye-oh! Strip-ee-eye-ayyy!
Cowboy Chippendale!

At last the men decided
That we'd finally had enough
Of this way too handsome stranger
Cavorting in the buff
In a coat of tar and feathers
We quickly had him dressed
Then hustled him straight out of town
To the ladies great distress

Now, we don't mind a visitor
Who stops by for a drink
Or gives the girl behind the bar
A friendly little wink
But heed this warning poster
If you have a mind to dance
"No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service"
And you'd better wear your pants

Strip-ee-eye-oh! Strip-ee-eye-ayyy!
He was a Cowboy Chippendale

Strip-ee-eye-oh! Strip-ee-eye-ayyy!
Cowboy Chippendale