"As I was a-ridin’ one mornin’ for pleasure
I spied a young cyclist come a-ridin’ along,
His helmet was throwed back and his chain was a-grindn’,
As he was a-ridin’ a–singin’ this song.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies,
It’s your misfortune and none of my own,
Whoopie ti yi yo, get along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home…"