Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds   Are all the same to me.   Horses on post and kids and ghosts   Are spirits that we ought to set free.   Then city slicker pickers got a lot of   Slicker licks than me.   But ridin' the range and acting strange   Is where I want to be.      And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)   Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot      Well skinny dippin' and lone star sippin' and steel guitar   And are just as good as hollywood and some boogie-woogie bars.   I'm gonna buy me a vest and a head out west   My little woman and myself.   And when we come to town the people gather around   And marvel at the little baby's health.      And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)   Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   I said a supernatural country rockin' galoot.      Then a big raccoon and a harvest moon   Keep rolling through my mind.   And a home on the range where the antelope play   Is sometimes hard to find.   So don't bury me on the lone prairie.   I'd rather play there alive.   Well, I'm doing my best I keep my farm in the west   My little bronco in over-drive.      And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)   Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot.      And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)   Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy   Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot