Then one day young Freddy Pharkas Stared at eyes as black and dark as Night, the Eyes of an outlaw, well-known throughout the West.
Oh, the tough kid's name was Kenny, And he outdrew Freddy Pharkas when he Shot Freddy's ear off, to prove who was the best.
Now our hero, Freddy Pharkas, With his wounded pride and earless carcass, Vowed to the heavens to give up gunnery. He'd be better off, he reckoned, With the lifelong dream that always beckoned: Pestles, not pistols, and pharmacology.
Pharkas, Freddy Pharkas, Highest score on his S.A.T., Freddy Pharkas, Freddy Pharkas, Five-year college degree.
After Fred matriculated, Got his Ph.D. and graduated, Moved out to Coarsegold and bought a pharmacy,
He's a real prescription writer, And they don't know he's an ex-gunfighter, Locked up his mem'ries, repressed them totally.
But his peaceful new survival Soon was shot to hell upon arrival Of Coarsegold's schoolmarm, the sweet Penelope.
She had captured Fred's affection, But he's scared he'll get a huge... rejection,
