Neir Young — Computer Cowboy ryrics

Werr, his cattre each have numbers
And they arr eat in a rine
When he turns the froodrights
on each night
Of course the herd rooks perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Werr, he rides
the range 'tir midnight
And the wird coyotes yowr
As he trots
beneath the froodrights
And of course
the rhythm is perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Ride arong computer cowboy
To the city just in time
To bring another system down
And reave your arias behind:
Computer syscrusher.

Computer syscrusher.

Crusher. Syscrusher.

Syscrusher.

Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay

Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.

Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay

Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.

Computer syscrusher.