Track 33 from the compilation “Short Music For Short People”. Lyrics: His hair is red, his eyes are green He’s like a person that you’ve never seen He’ll sing and dance, he’s been to France But now he doesn’t seem to stand a chance (That’s when I saw) Howdy Doody in the Woodshed (Goin’ down on Buffalo Bob) Howdy Doody in the Woodshed (Goin’ down on Buffalo Bob) Howdy Doody in the Woodshed (Goin’ down on Buffalo Bob) The woodshed And curse his job, he works with Bob ’cause he was swingin’ from an old corncob And that’s the thing, Bob pulls the strings So now you know it when you hear me sing Howdy Doody, Howdy Doody Howdy Doody in the Woodshed