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 at
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
It's 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