There's nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to come
and one thing's for certain
You're cozy in your little room
The carpets are paid for,
Let's go shoot a hole in the moon
Oh, and Roy Rogers is rid ing tonight
Returning to our silver screen
Oh, the brave sequined coward
Turn on the TV, shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is rid ing tonight
I'd liven up pace if I could
Oh, I'd rather have a hound in
but complaining wouldn't do any good
close eyes and think clear
I can hear who's beats ahead
While the wife and the kids are in bed
Oh, and Roy Rogers is rid ing tonight
Returning to our silver screen
Oh, the red sequined cowboy
Who slings out the flames
Roller coaster, you'll rid ing tonight