They call me Sugarbone Thompson And I'm going to the rodeo A German lady on my arm And I used to live in Hammersmith They call me Sugarbone Thompson I ain't lying and I used to be a cowboy Still am one Riding on the hilltops Cos I'm a Brown Hatted son of a bitch I’m a velvet hatted son of a bitch Sometime ago I was riding through the canyons Group of Mexican hats came up to me on horseback They said “we don’t like to see bad boys like you around here” I reached down for my long silver pistol and I taught each and everyone of them a lesson you know why? I’ll tell you why cos I’m a Brown Hatted son of a bitch I’m a Velvet Hatted son of a bitch I’m Sugarbone Thompson I won’t hear anything else