text: Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
  Theres nothing there at all
  You just seem older than yesterday
  And youre waiting for tomorrow to call
  So, you draw to the curtains and one things for certain
  Youre cozy in your little room
  The carpets all paid for, God bless the TV
  Lets go shoot a hole in the moon
  Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight
  Returning to our silver screens
  Comic book characters never grow old
  Evergreen heroes whose stories were told
  Oh, the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
  Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
  Turn on the TV, shut out the lights
  Roy Rogers is riding tonight
  Nine oclock mornings, and five oclock evenings
  Id liven up the pace if I could
  Oh, Id rather have a ham on my sandwich than cheese
  But complaining wouldnt do you no good
  So I laid my chair, close my eyes and think clear
  I can hear hoof-beats ahead
  Cause Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
  And everyone else is in bed
  Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight
  Returning to our silver screens
  Comic book characters never grow old
  Evergreen heroes whose stories were told
  Oh, the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
  Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
  So turn on the TV, and shut out the lights
  Roy Rogers is riding tonight
  Tonight
  Turn on the TV, and shut out the lights
  Roy Rogers is riding tonight