Fattened outside, big and dumb, they look
So stupid, they aren't much fun
Cows aren't fun
They eat to grow, they grow to die, die to be
Ate 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 shape-o-Vera, a revolutionary veal
Cows made tonnes
He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred,
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doll Drums
He mood "We must fight, escape or we'll die,"
Cows gathered around, 'coz the stakes were
So high
Bad cow Pun
But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate,
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to he's fate
Cows are bunned
He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy,
No one suspected he was packin an Uzi
Cows With Guns
They came with a needle, to stick in he's thigh,
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung
Knocked over a tractor, and ran for the door,
6 gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows, run
He picked up bolhorn and jumped on the hay,
We are free roaming 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,
For tiiiiiiide!
Cows with guns
They crashed the gate, in the great stampede,
Tipped over the milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun
60 police cars, were piled in a heap, covered in cow
Pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung
[Chorus]
Cows with guns
The president said 'enough is enough',
He's uppety cattle, it's time to get tough
Cow dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folk sighed with relief,
Tomorrow at noon, they'd all be ground beef
Cows on buns
The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed,
They mood their last moos, they ate their last hay
Cows outgunned
The order was given, to turn cow into whoppers,
Enforced by the might of 10, 000 coppers,
But on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers,
Came the deafening roar, of Chickens, in choppers
[Chorus]
Cows with guns!