when first they hop on, they think its a ball
in only a short time, they dread that they'll fall
cause the trail ain't that big, its real narrow and small
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
it hurts in their bones, catchin' lifts on a mule
first the plan seemed so clever, now they feel like fools
mules start buckin' crazy and don't follow the rules
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
well, mules torture and scare them until they shed tears
and then they eject them right unto their rears
then folks lose all their gumption and just disappear
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
though they strive for precision, wrecks, you still see
its a risky endeavor, if asses, they be
and i mean the two leg kind, not the four legged breed
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
they start at the top, all zealous and thrilled
but things soon get weird and they sense they'll be killed
they lose all their glee as they stroll down the hill
when tourists mount burros, its something to see
yes, when tourists mount burros, its something to see
if you want to lease a burro, just follow me
if you want to lease a burro, just follow me
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