Cows With Guns

"Weird Al" Yankovic

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    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...

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    Cows are bunned

    He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy,
    No one suspected he was packen 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 bolvines, we run free,
    today

    [Chorus] We will fight for bolvine 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,
    Tommorow 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 deafing roar, of Chickens, in choppers...

    [Chorus]

    Cows with guns!

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