get off our backs you low life hombres

nothing better to do with your time

than just be cruel

up on us you climb

drag at the saddle

whips us to bits

of course we will buck

feeling you shits

sat on our backs

that flesh on our flank

we hate to smell human

we know it is rank

and your heels smashed into us

and that big whip

we know what it is

its some ego trip

to impress the ladies

but ladies deep down

hate all the cruelty

you go to town

trying to tame us

hurt us

you do

that why we buck

and roll onto you

most of you have little brains anyway

you stay on our backs till the bell

so we pay

the price a good kicking

back in the stalls

where nobody sees us

behind those high walls

bronco or some such names

rodeo too

breaking us in

that what you do

we hate your arse

round our neck

can’t you see

your sweaty old trousers

I don’t want on me

but who gives a toss

for us horses today

its only the hombre

if he can stay

on our backs whilst were bucking

he’s held to be great

get off our backs

your arse’s we hate