We were drivin through West Texas The land of beef and pork Where they tend the hides of leather We wear back in New York In a pasture, along a roadside Behind a brokedown shack On a dusky side of evening We saw a figure dressed in black
And we don't mean to sound like we're trippin But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin
Hey Lou, "Is that you?" She said as we pulled to the shoulder He just said, "Go screw." And then he turned and tipped one over Under a spitshine Western sky The color of blue varnish Hey it's like Fellini Actually I'm thinkin more like Jim Jarmusch
And we can't say how much we've been sippin But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin
I got cops on the cell I said I got a little story to tell Lou Reed is in the cow pen They said, Oh no! Not again!
And we hope our perceptions isn't slippin But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin
Cow tippin Cow tippin Cow tippin You really think that was Lou Reed? Cow tippin I'm sure it was, he was wearing black Levis Cow tippin I thought he was a vegetarian Cow tippin He's just tippin them over, he wasn't eating them Cow tippin Oh Cow tippinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
