| I’m going down to Cowtown |
| The cow’s a friend to me |
| Lives beneath the ocean |
| That’s where I will be |
| Beneath the waves, the waves |
| And that’s where I will be |
| I’m gonna see the cow beneath the sea |
| The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned |
| The ardor of arboreality is an adventure |
| We have spurned, we’ve spurned |
| A new leaf overturned |
| Is a new leaf overturned |
| And so I’m going down to Cowtown |
| The cow’s a friend to me |
| Lives beneath the ocean |
| And that’s where I will be |
| Beneath the waves, the waves |
| And that’s where I will be |
| I’m gonna see the cow beneath the sea |
| We yearn to swim for home |
| But our only home is bone |
| How sleepless is the egg |
| Knowing that which throws the stone |
| Foresees the bone, the bone |
| Our only home is bone |
| Our only home is bone |
| And so I’m going down to Cowtown |
| The cow’s a friend to me |
| Lives beneath the ocean |
| And that’s where I will be |
| Beneath the waves, the waves |
| And that’s where I will be |
| I’m gonna see the cow beneath the sea |
| Yes I’m going down to Cowtown |
| The cow’s a friend to me |
| Lives beneath the ocean |
| And that’s where I will be |
| Beneath the waves, the waves |
| And that’s where I will be |
| I’m gonna see the cow beneath the sea |
| Yes, I’m gonna see (I'm gonna see) |
| The cow (the cow) |
| Beneath the sea |