Verse 1 Sunbeam lassoed on the hardwood at a quarter past noon, Bandanas on the banister, a tin toy cowboy tunes a spoon. They mount the arm like Stallion One, two tiny spurs of play, Whoopin’ up a dust cloud that ain’t seen light of day. Mama hums a two-step from the kettle on the stove, And little brass cowbells jingle where the tumbleweeds of toys roll. Chorus We got a houseful of cowgirls and cowboys tonight, Ridin’ the arms of the sofa like rodeo stars in flight. Brooms go round the chairs like barrel riders brave, I tilt my head to Heaven and give a quiet thanks I save. No fancy ballroom or ballroom lights could ever sway, No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Verse 2 Straw hat crowns on kitchen-throne, map of crumbs for plains, They chase a paper mustang down the hallway lanes. A pillow fort’s the corral, the rug’s a prairie wide, They whoop at the ceiling fans and the ceiling waves reply. Tiny boots click cadence on the coffee-table board, A serenade of giggles in a honky-tonk accord. Chorus We got a houseful of cowgirls and cowboys tonight, Ridin’ the arms of the sofa like rodeo stars in flight. Brooms go round the chairs like barrel riders brave, I tilt my head to Heaven and give a quiet thanks I save. No ballroom gowns, no chandeliers to sway, No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Bridge (whimsical waltz) The lamp becomes a lighthouse, the curtains wave the sea, A spoon is turned to trumpet and the popcorn’s confetti free. If love’s a bit of chaos stitched with patched-up cowboy jeans, Then hand me up a saddle, I’ll be captain of these scenes. I fold my palms in the doorway, let the lullaby play, Watch them tumble into wonder—watch the wild hours stay. Verse 3 (soft) When the porchlight tucks them under and the moon hums low and sweet, They’ll dream of prairie melodies in pajamas on their feet. I kiss the dusty foreheads, pull a blanket up just right, Say a quiet little thanks for the circus of tonight. Tomorrow we’ll mount couches and chase the morning stray, But oh, tonight’s a rodeo I’m glad to stay. Final Chorus (warm, twinkling) We got a houseful of cowgirls and cowboys tonight, Ridin’ the arms of the sofa like rodeo stars in flight. Brooms go round the chairs like barrel riders brave, I tilt my head to Heaven and give a quiet thanks I save. No silver spoons, no velvet stage could take this play, No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Outro (soft, smiling) So let the kettle whistle like a whistle on the range, I’ll treasure every tumble in this sweet, sweet change.