I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now I see that kiss-me pucker forming But maybe you should plug it with a beer, because Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo The light reflecting off the mirror ball Looks like a thousand swirling eyes They make me think I shouldn't be here at all You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar? How can you live in a place like this? Why don't you just get into my car And I'll take you away, I'll take that kiss now, but (Boy) Papa was a rodeo . . . And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me Papa was a rodeo . . . Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too