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