I thought I was a space age cowboy
I thought I was a sweet and sour chowboy
I thought I was a thinker a juvenile drinker
I thought I had some kind of brain
Till they told me that was just a rumour
A cheap and nasty looner and it turned out
I was just insane
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
It was rocking and rolling and holding her tight
Till I got my hands on her
But when I started out to play
She kept on pushing me away
And 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 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
I thought I was a teenage dream boy
With a brain brain made of solid plastic alloy
I thought I was a tripper
Ain't nobody hipper
But it turned out
I was going down the drain
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
Writer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn, Michael Donald Chapman
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