Sometimes you dream
Sometimes it seems
There's nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to call
You draw to the curtain
And one thing's for certain
You're cozy in your little room
The carpet's all paid for
God bless the TV
Let's go shoot a hole in the moon
And Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Returning to our silver screens
Comic book characters never grow old
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told
Oh the great sequin cowboy
Who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers
And home on the range
Turn on the T.V.
Shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Nine o'clock mornings
Five o'clock evenings
I'd liven the pace if I could
Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese
But complaining wouldn't do any good
Lay back in my armchair
Close eyes and think clear
I can hear hoofbeats ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the kids are in bed