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!