Gene Autry rode into town and tied Champion up to a pole. He went round the back and kissed Champion on the arse. "Whats that for Gene?" asked a bystander. "Chapped Lips" replied Gene. "Does it it help?" asked a cowpoke. "No, but it stops me lickin' 'em" says Gene. And on Sunday we're Heading for the Last Roundup. Sing up you miserable buggers. What do you mean you don't know the words. Gene Autry was the best singing cowboy who ever shot up a baddie!