Lou Reed Lyrics - The Little Willies - Little Willies

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 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 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 tippin