I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of dental floss
Raisin' it up
Waxin' it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
But by myself I wouldn't have no boss,
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Yes it is
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...
ah, but then, on the other hand
I would keep the wax
And melt it down;
Pluck the floss,
and swish it around
And I would have me a crop
And it'd be on top
That's why I'm movin' to Montana.
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
(I wonder what that means)
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
And ride that sucker all along the border line
With a pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
That's right
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I might ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I would get a cuppa coffee
And give my foot a push
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the dental floss bush
And then I might just
jump back on
And ride like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
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