Well,
Whenever I'm asleep, whenever I'm awake,
I just think about the clothes she wears and then I start to shake.

Chorus:

I got cowgirl fever, cowgirl fever up the ass
I get cowgirl fever, guess I'm gonna head her off at the pass.

Black lace, S & M, Suicide and Violent Femmes,
Carlsburg Special Brew, heroin, but mostly YOU.

Chorus

Now every time I go out for my thrills
Here come Sister Jane and her black lace frills;
I said it's just too much. Yeh, it's just too much.
It's too much, baby, and I just don't understand.
It's too, too, too, too much
Too, too, too, too, too much,
Too, too, too, too, too much,
Too, too, too, too, too much.
You know it's too much baby, and I just don't understand.
Here's something that I never understand...

this whole bit SHAMELESSLY STOLEN from the Velvet Underground, "Live '69"

Food, food, food and sex
And food and sex and food and sex
And food and sex and food and sex and NASTY SEX

I got cowgirl fever, cowgirl fever up the ass
I got cowgirl fever, guess I'm gonna head her off at the pass.