(Sung to the tune of "Sweet Betsy From Pike")

CHORUS:

She'll fuck you, she'll suck you,
She'll gnaw on your nuts,
She'll wrap her legs 'round you and squeeze out your guts,
She's filthy, she's nasty,
She shits on the floor,
She's Charlotte the Harlot, the cowpuncher's whore.

One night on the prairie while riding along,

One hand on my pistol and one on my dong,

What should I spy but the maid I adore,

Charlotte the Harlot, the cowpuncher's whore.

I caressed her, undressed her, and laid her down there,

And parted the tresses of curly brown hair,

Inserted the penis of my sturdy horse,

And then there began a strange intercourse.

Faster and faster went my sturdy steed,

Until Charlotte rejoiced at his hasty speed,

When all of a sudden my horse did backfire,

And shot poor Charlotte right into the mire.

He got Charlotte all covered in muck,

And she said, "Oh dear, cowboy, what a glorious fuck,"

She stepped a pace forward and fell flat on the floor,

And that was the end of the cowpuncher's whore.

The funeral procession was forty miles long,

And all of the cowboys were singing the song,

"Here lies a maiden who never kept score,

Charlotte the Harlot, the cowpuncher's whore."