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I thought I was a space age cowboyI thought I was a sweet and sour chow-boyI thought I was a thinker, a juvenile drinkerI thought I had some kind of a brainTill they told me I just a rumour, a cheap and nasty loonerAs it turned out I was just insaneI wanna be committedInsanity permittedI wanna be committed for my mindI wanna be committedDon't let me be remittedI wanna be committed if you don't mindAt the dance last Saturday nightI was rockin' and rollin' and holding her tightTill I got my hands on herBut when I started out to playShe kept pushing me awayTill I got a funny feelingI was walking on the ceilingAnd someone was heard to say 'If you don't mind, sir.'I don't mindI thought I was a teenage dream-boyWith a brain made of solid plastic alloySongtexteI thought I was a tripperAin't nobody hipperTill they told me I was going down the drainI wanna be committedInsanity permittedI wanna be committed for my mindI wanna be committedDon't let me be remittedI wanna be committed if you don't mind Aus Songtexte Mania