The following is the words to the absolute greatest cow-song ever
"Cows with Guns"
by Dana Lyons
Fat and Docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they arent much fun
Cows arent 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 the 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 Tongue
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 well die
Cows gathered around cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun
But then he was captured, stuff 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 packin' an uzi
Cows with guns
They came with a needle to stick on his thigh
He kicked for the groin, He pissed in their eye
Cows well hung
Knocked over a tractor, and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas, flowed out on the floor
Run Cows, Run
He picked up a bull horn and jumped up on the hay
"We are free roming Bovine, 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 guns
They crashed the gate in the 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
Twelve burning McDonolds, Have it your way
We will fight for Bovine Freedom
And hld our large heads high
We will run free with the buffalo
or Die!!!
Cows with guns
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 surrouned, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay
Cows outgunned
The order was given, to turn cows to whoppers
Enforeced by the might, of ten-thousand coppers
But then on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar, of chickens, in choppers...
We will fight for, Bovine Freedom
And hold our large heads high!
We will run free, with the buffalo
Or Die!!!!!!
Cows with guns!!!