Where’s that Joe Buck? Where’s that Joe Buck? Where’s that Joe Buck? I’m Joe Buck from Texas. Enrico Rizzo, from the Bronx. And I’m gonna buy you a drink. What the hell do you think of that. Don’t mind if I do. Myself now,
I’m a kind of hustler. You were gonna ask me for money? Will you get outta here! In New York, no rich lady
with any class at all buys that cowboy crap anymore. Hey, I’m walkin’ here. I’m walkin’ here. The two basic items
necessary to sustain life are sunshine and coconut milk. Did you know that? I don’t think I can walk anymore. I’m scared. I don’t go nowhere without my buddy. Not bad, not bad… for a cowboy. I ain’t a for-real cowboy… but I am one hell of a stud.