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