Lou Reed

We were drivin' through

West Texas

The land of beef and pork

Where they tend the hides of leather

We wear back in

New YorkIn a pasture along a roadside

Behind a broke down 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

GodWe saw

Lou ReedCow 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

FelliniActually,

I'm thinkin' more like

Jim Jarmusch

And we can't say how much we've been sippin'

But we swear to

GodWe saw

Lou ReedCow tippin', cow tippin'

I got cops on the cell

I said, "I got a little story to tellLou Reed is in the cow pen"

They said, "Oh, no, not again"

And we hope our perceptions isn't slippin'

But we swear to

GodWe saw

Lou ReedCow 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

LevisCow tippin'

I thought he was a vegetarian

Cow tippin'

He's just tippin' them over, he wasn't eating them

Cow tippin', oh, cow tippin