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 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 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!       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 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    Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way       We will fight for bovine freedom    And hold 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 surrounded, they waited and prayed    They mooed their last moos,    they chewed their last hay    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       We will fight for bovine freedom    And hold our large heads high    We will run free with the Buffalo, or die    Cows with guns