Cowbell he has heard, gets high…
pleasure signal to the brain.
And then comes a plaintive cry
“Give me more!” he can’t abstain.

“Mor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore cowknell!
Hit that bell, kid, play your
glor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orious cowbell
Hit that knell, kid, play some more.

“Please give it more juice for me;
it can’t go on for too long.
Even to eternity—
that bell is what makes this song!

“Mor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore cowbell!
Hit that knell, kid, play your
glor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orious cowknell
Hit that bell, kid and play more.

“Some might say ‘bell bedlam’; me,
I think it’s just the right thing.
I don’t want a rhapsody—
‘rap’sody is what to bring.

“Bor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-oring sans cowknell!
Hit that bell, kid, play your
gor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ororgeous cowbell
Hit that knell, kid, play some more.

“After this record is made,
you’ll see what that sound is worth.
Tops the charts and we’ll get paid…
get drunk and increase our girth.”

“Mor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore cowbell!”
The show’s host goes, “Play more
glor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orious cowbell.”
On SNL he implores.