I thought I was a space age cowboy
I thought I was a sweet and sour chow-boy
I thought I was a thinker
a juvenile drinker
I thought I had some kind of a brain
`till they told me I just a rumour
a cheap and nasty looner
As it turned out I was just insane
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I wanna be committed
Insanity permitted
I wanna be committed for my mind
I wanna be committed
Don`t let me be remitted
I wanna be committed if you don`t mind
At the dance last Saturday night
I was rockin` and rollin` and holding her tight
`till I got my hands on her
But when I started out to play
she kept pushing me away
`till I got a funny feeling
I was walking on the ceiling
and someone was heard to say `If you don`t mind, sir.`
I don`t mind
I thought I was a teenage dream-boy
With a brain made of solid plastic alloy
I thought I was a tripper
Ain`t nobody hipper
`till they told me I was going down the drain
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