Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a-swishing flies
While the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the people passing by
One day, they went a walking
Along the railroad track
They were swishing not a-looking
Toot-toot, they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they could make some easy bucks
By washing their frijoles in Duz and Lux
A pair of very conscientious clucks
To the people passing by
So they took this cheap vacation
Their shoes were polished bright
No, they never heard the whistle
Toot-toot, they're clear out of sight
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender glow
The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough
For the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo