See that boy standing there by the dance floor

He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man

Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle

And an empty Copenhagen can

He's talkin' cowboy this and cowboy that

Well I'll bet one thing's for sure

The only stampede that he's ever seen

Is the clearance at the western store



All hat and no cattle, that boy just ain't real

All boots and no saddle, don't know how to make a cowgirl feel

Think I'm gonna tell him to pack up his act

And go back where he came from

'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done



He's just a smooth-talkin', long-tall slow-walkin'

Srugstore-made-up dude

So honey don't you fall for that fake Texas drawl

He ain't right for you

What you need's a man that ain't just a hat stand

When you get him home

Well, I don't look like much, but I can sure saddle up

And ride with you all night long



All nat and no cattle, that boy just ain't real

All boots and no saddle, don't know how to make a cowgirl feel

Think I'm gonna tell him to pack up his act

And go back where he came from

'Cause all hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done



All hat and no cattle ain't gonna get it done