Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
Cows aren't funThey eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well doneNobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are oneHe hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Tse TongueHe 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 highBad cow punBut then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummedHe was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with gunsThey came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hungKnocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today
We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with gunsThey crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have funSixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dungBlack smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your wayWe will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with gunsThe President said "enough is enough
These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"
Cow dung flungThe newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on bunsThe cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos,
they chewed their last hay
Cows outgunnedThe order was given to turn cows to whoppersEnforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppersWe will fight for bovine freedom
And [E]hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or dieCows with guns
