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Dana Lyons
Fat and docile, big and
dumb
They look so stupid, they
aren't much fun
Cows aren't fun
They eat to grow, grow to
die
Die to be et at the
hamburger fry
Cows well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody
knew
No one imagined a great
cow guru
Cows are one
He hid in the forest, read
books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a
revolutionary veal
Cow Tse Tung
He spoke about justice,
but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast,
alone in the herd
Cow doldrums
He mooed we must fight,
escape or we'll die
Cows gathered around,
cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun
But then he was captured,
stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where
he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed
He was a scrawny calf, who
looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was
packing an Uzi
Cows with guns
They came with a needle to
stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin,
he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung
Knocked over a tractor and
ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed
out on the floor
Run cows run!
Am (tacet)
He picked up a bullhorn
and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving
bovines, we run free today
Chorus:
We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the buffalo, or die
Cows with guns
They crashed the gate in a
great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck,
torched all the feed
Cows have fun
Sixty police cars were
piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies,
covered up deep
Much cow dung
Black smoke rising,
darkening the day
(tacet)
Twelve burning McDonalds,
have it your way
The President said
"enough is enough
These uppity cattle, its
time to get tough"
Cow dung flung
The newspapers gloated,
folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they
would all be ground beef
Cows on buns
The cows were surrounded,
they waited and prayed
They mooed their last
moos, they chewed their last hay
G Am (tacet)
Cows out gunned
The order was given to
turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of
ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon
surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of
chickens in choppers