Buckaroo

Danceability68%
Energy84%
Acousticness2%
Instrumentalness0%
Speechiness4%
Liveness26%
Valence60%
Tempo124 bpm
KeyD major
Time Sig.4
Loudness-8.59 dB

Buckaroo by Manatomy is a playful, high-energy anthem celebrating the queer cowboy fantasy, blending rugged imagery with explicit tie-up and rough play: “Boots by the bed, spurs on the floor / Every little stroke makes the whole barn move.” This track embodies a demanding, passionate ride. The hook is direct and the production is built for movement. It fits in a Pride set, a gym session, or anywhere the energy needs to hold through a full crowd – the mix keeps the floor moving without asking permission. The lyrics are below.

Buckaroo is one of Manatomy’s more playful tracks – there is a country-meets-club energy that should not work and absolutely does. Vol.2’s most unexpected highlight. As gay club music Australia, the production holds up wherever it is played.

Buckaroo is built for the same listener who gravitates toward a gay party music. The production is clean enough for a headline set and direct enough for a smaller room – it does not overstay its welcome. Built as part of Manatomy’s Australian queer dance catalogue, it sits in a tradition of floor-focused music that knows who it is talking to and delivers on that from the first bar.

Whether it appears on a Pride playlist, in a DJ set, or during a late-night gym run, the energy translates. The production was designed to hold through repeat listens and across different contexts – it earns its place in any serious queue.

You might also like All This Dick and Shake Me Up from Manatomy.

Official ISRC: QZZ7M2595571

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Lyrics

Rollin eyes and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you


Boots by the bed, spurs on the floor
Sweat drippin down, but Im beggin for more
You got that grip, got that country groove
Every little stroke makes the whole barn move
Rope in your hand and Im tied up tight
Youre the sheriff of my Saturday night

Rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you

Truck bed, rockin to a back row beat
Youre ridin me slow, but the rides so sweet
That milky prize, boy, you know the game
Were takin it slow, cause it aint that tame
Grinding gears, youre the boss of this town
But Im the one who wont let you down

Slap that cream, make it thick and rich
Well be churnin till we hit that switch
From the barn to the bedroom, back again
Were two bad cowboys, best of friends

Were just rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
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