🎸 “Giddy Up, Cosmo Kramer” (Verse 1) He slides through Jerry’s door like a hurricane, Hair all wild, got no shame. Lives in 5B, never knocks or calls, Just bursts on in, bouncin’ off them walls. He’s got a rooster named Little Jerry Seinfeld, Coffee-table books he’s tryin’ to sell. From Kramerica dreams to cologne schemes gone bad, Giddy up, Cosmo — you’re the best friend we’ve had! (Chorus) Giddy up! Cosmo Kramer, man, you’re outta control, Paintin’ highways wide and losin’ your soul. No job, no plan, but it all works out, When life gets weird, he just laughs and shouts— “Giddy up!” through the smoke and noise, Turnin’ chaos into cowboy poise. He’s the wild one ridin’ through the doubt, Cosmo’s got no plan, but it all works out. (Verse 2) He once modeled briefs for Calvin Klein, Said “Beach” cologne was ahead of its time. Had seizures from Mary Hart’s TV voice, Terrified of clowns, but still your top choice. Turned his place into a smoky bar, Said, “I’m hideous!” but he’s still a star. Got banned from the fruit stand down the street, But Jerry sneaks him apples — sweet defeat. Giddy up! (Chorus) Giddy up! Cosmo Kramer, man, you’re outta control, Paintin’ highways wide and losin’ your soul. No job, no plan, but it all works out, When life gets weird, he just laughs and shouts— “Giddy up!” like a cowboy clown, Slidin’ in doors all over town. He’s the legend we’re all talkin’ about, Cosmo’s got no plan, but it all works out. (Bridge – Spoken Drawl) He once found a talk-show set in the trash, Built it right up for his own broadcast. So if you want to ride that Kramer bus, Visit SeinZone dot com — it’s made for us! Get your Peterman Reality Tour tickets today, And holler “Giddy up!” the Kramer way! (Final Chorus) Giddy up! Cosmo Kramer, man, you’re runnin’ wild, From 5B to the Upper West Side style. No reins, no rules, no slowin’ down, Just that crazy grin and a sideways crown. Giddy up! to the king of surprise, With that twinkle in his eyes. Yeah, he’s chaos, charm, and full of clout— Cosmo’s got no plan… But it all works out! (Tag / Outro) Yeah, giddy up, Kramer — don’t ever change, Keep ridin’ that city like it’s open range. From Jerry’s fridge to the Merv Griffin stage, He’s the cowboy of the modern age… Giddy up! 🤠
