We'd like you show you how much we're looking forward to having you as our new son. Ready, Pa?
Ready, Ma!
We had a son who was trampled by a ton of longhorns, but you're very cute to fill his boots as flat as they may be.
You'll yell "yippee-yi=yo" with the rodeo 'til the day's done.
Then you'll make a lot of pals with buffalo gals.
Just leave some for me!
Hey, there!
We'll barbecue steaks and stew, feed you pumpkin pie, 'til your can's bigger than the big ol' Texas sky!
You'll grow tall and play football, be famous!
You'll grow more, own a chain of stores, marry Betty Lou!
Oh, North, North! Grow more!
'Nother rib, son?