Waco Walmsley's walkin' down the street
in a well-known Texas town,
when he meets a cowpoke he once worked with
that had been a rodeo clown.

He's somewhat surprised when the cowpoke says,
"Say, Waco, are you workin' out?"
"Well," says Waco, "that's where the cows are,
if that's what you're talkin about."

This cowpoke, whose name is Floyd LaRue,
says, "No, I mean liftin' weights."
"Oh," says Waco, "You mean pitchin' hay?
That's somethin' this cowpoke hates."

"No," says Floyd, "I mean with a trainer
who makes your workouts specific."
"Well, I knew a trainer once," says Waco,
"but he worked for Union Pacific."

Floyd says, "That's not the kind of trainer I mean.
You're takin' this whole thing wrong.
The trainer I'm talkin' about's tough and mean,
and helps to make you strong."

"I get it," says Waco, "Like that Angus bull
that I just made into a steer."
"You're still way off," young Floyd declares.
"You're just not gettin' it clear."

"Oh, I got the whole thing clear," says Waco.
"You been chewin' loco weed.
I declare, you young folks oughta be
more careful about your feed."

Floyd says, "Oh, Waco, I give up,
you're givin' me headache pains."
Waco says, "It's prolly from hangin' out
with grown men that plays with trains."