Have you seen this from Gilbert the Filbert, it's odd
Oh! The Deadwood Stage comes rollin’ down Filbert Way
With their shirts a flappin’ around their ample waist
Beautiful Sky it’s a Saturday
Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play?
Oh The Deadwood Stage is heading down, they’re over the hill
Where the studs on the boots are sharper than a porcupine quill
Dangerous days. No time to delay.
Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play?
Oh The Deadwood Stage is a-coming on over the crest
And the fearful fans all know they’re past their best
Thirty five points we’ve got to date.
Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play? Why can’t we play?
Oh The Deadwood Stage travel in style they’re fancy free
Like a wise old bird not as young as it used to be
They just like to draw all their pay.
But why can’t they play? Why can’t they play? Why can’t they play.
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
Will our hearts be thumping like a post horn playing our tune?
We really know it won't be our day.
Cos We can't play. We can't play. We can't play.