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