I thought I was a space age cowboy I thought I was a sweet and sour chow-boy I thought I was a thinker a juvenile drinker I thought I had some kind of a brain 'till they told me I just a rumour a cheap and nasty looner As it turned out I was just insane Chorus 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 I was rockin' and rollin' and holding her tight 'till I got my hands on her But when I started out to play she kept pushing me away 'till 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 thought I was a teenage dream-boy With a brain made of solid plastic alloy I thought I was a tripper Ain't nobody hipper 'till they told me I was going down the drain Chorus