The autumn wind is a Mustang
Gusting in from the prairie
With a rollicking song he gallops along
swaggering boisterously
His face is weather beaten
His spirit wild and true
With a flowing mane about his head
And hoofs of red and blue
He growls as he storms the country
A stallion sleek and fast
And opponents all shake and quiver and quake
As he kicks them in their [deleted]
The autumn wind is a Mustang!
Stampeding just for fun
He’ll buck you around and upside down
And laugh when he’s conquered and won