Lyrics:

(L. Alexander, R. Julian, N. Jones)



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