Hollywood Wyomingite

Every time he leaves his house
he does his bolo tie just right
And he'll be drinking gin and sipping wine
And talking finances all night.
Then when he's
          Done
He'll hop into his Silverado and drive home
to his mansion in the mountains
Where he's gonna pass out cold

And he'll wake up in the afternoon
     and do it all again.
'Cause it's the pricey, practiced habit
of his investor-cowboy friends

Hollywood Wyomingite
I think your Stetson's on too tight.
When are
you gonna stop trying so damn hard
To win your country, cowboy brownie points?
               Now quit it.

Any time that you might ask
he'll say he don't like "Mexicans."
But he can spare them fifty dollars if
they'll mow his lawn and trim his hedge
And when he
          Fights
With his wife he'll buy a brand new SUV
For her to drive so she'll shut up
For rich men, peace don't come cheap.

Then he'll wake up the next morning and
     go through it all again
Know he hates his damn reflection
So he yells at his spoiled kids

Hollywood Wyomingite
Invest your cowboy bucks just right
When are
you gonna stop trying so damn hard
To fit that fucking plastic prototype?
          Now quit it.

And he sleeps sound every night inside
his million dollar home
He's got the archetype down just right
But he knows he is all alone

Hollywood Wyomingite,
I think your Stetson's on too tight,

That's right,
You got the Stetson on too tight,

I said
Your stupid hat's on too damn tight

So quit it...