A long long time ago I arrived here riding a stallion,
No license for my gun, and I am a wanted man.
Father said to me: "Name calling won't hurt you.* (woof woof)
But it licks you well and the party gets better."
Gunpowder is dry like a cactus tree, old ri-ri-rifle** is always on my mind,
I noticed that when I fired for the first time.
A stetson on the head he steps in to the saloon, he cheks the town's women out.
"Who that dude is", everyone thinks to themselves.
It's no shame to be fast, we can agree on the payment.
I fork out an hour, I fire in one second.
The Fastest in the West, a Six-Shooter most wanted, I'm on the first page.
I won the duel and the saloon fight, I could do everything again.
Because I am am man. I am a man, man, man, I am the fastest man in the West. I am a man, I am a man man man, I am the fastest man in the West.
I arrived here, to your city, through the wild West, even though
I didn't realize it immediately; I don't belong here. Now, get on the saddle, get on the saddle. Get on my saddle, I will show you the wonderland.
I will show you the wonderland, the wonderland of seconds.
The detonators have been in a hot place, and I sweat heavily, out of the blue I escape running from the lady. My motto has always been "be ready in one minute", the bridle of a parked horse waits on the yard.