His name was Ennis He was a Shepard With cowboy hat and assless chaps He should have kept it under wraps He would merengue and do the cha-cha And when he'd drink and fall asleep Jack Twist tended to the sheep Across the mountain heights They worked the summer nights They were young and they had each other And had rough sex fights
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain They felt the passion as they discussed fashion Up at Brokeback
.... they fell in love Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
He was the boss man He did some firing When he went to the mountain top And he saw Ennis getting bopped And when they finished, he fired them pronto Later Jack went a bit too far Gay bashers saw him at a bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot But just who shot who?
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain They felt the passion as they discussed fashion Up at Brokeback
.... he lost his love
His name was Ennis, he was a shepherd But that was a long time ago, when closets hid more than clothes Now gays have pride days, but not our Ennis Still in the chaps he used to wear, faded feathers in his hair He sits there so refined, and drinks himself half-blind He lost his Jack and he lost his family Taking it from behind!
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain They felt the passion as they discussed fashion Up at Brokeback
