Small town boy from Montana, he wore a red bandana With a guitar always close at hand Led by his intuition, he had but one ambition To become the greatest yodeler in the land You could find him in the streets in the alleys and the bars Correcting and perfecting his tune The towns folk just laughed, turned their backs He was the local yodeling fool He practiced every day he practiced every night His song seemed to be his only friend One day he disappeared and the townsfolk cheered, "Hooray, we'll never have to hear him again" No longer in the streets and the alleys and the bars could you hear his Lonesome tune For the boy had gone and taken with him his song of The local yodeling fool One day farmer Bill had his truck parked on the hill With his radio blaring across the town Who should he hear coming in so loud and clear It was that local yodeling clown It was heard in the streets and the alleys and the bars A voice that rang so true They heard that shout and they new without a doubt It was the local yodeling fool