(Jonathon Brandmeier/Dewey Bunnell) (To te tune of "A Horse with No Name") On the first part of the journey I was looking at a bizarre k** there were hoofs and limbs horse smell everywhere At Fortyith and Union Hills The first thing I met was a humane man Who said he couldn't figure this mess out Some said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cult CHORUS Somewhere in the desert There's a horse with no legs Who is going through a lot of pain Some crazy loon just sawed off his limbs And there ain't no way to get them back again La la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la After three days in the desert sun The legs began to turn red A circle was formed Four legs pointed north Was it the work of some cult bonehead? To think of horses with stumps With bellies dragged on the ground Made me sad to thiink they were dead CHORUS After nine days we still don't know what to think And we haven't even got a clue The horses don't have a leg to stand on They'll just turn 'em into Elmer's Glue Now the first thing we met was a humane man Who said he couldn't figure this mess out Some said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cult CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------------------