(Spoken:) A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me. Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery. East is east and west is west And the wrong one I have chose Let's go where I'll keep on wearin' Those frills and flowers and bu*tons and bows Rings and things and bu*tons and bows Don't bury me in this prairie Take me where the cement grows Let's move down to some big town Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes And I'll stand out In bu*tons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin Or skirts that I've homespun But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where Yer friends don't tote a gun My bones denounce the buckboard bounce And the cactus hurts my toes Let's vamoose where gals keep usin' Those silks and satins and linen that shows And I'm all yours in bu*tons and bows Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes And French perfume that rocks the room And I'm all yours in bu*tons and bows