Cows With Guns Lyrics by Weird Al Yankovic

Fat and docile big and dumb they look so stupid they aren\'t much .....

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 tse tounge

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 bummed

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 bullhorn 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,
or die!

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

Black smoke rising darkening the day
12 burning MacDonalds have it your way

[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 chewed
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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Thanks to (Jack Holloway) for correcting these lyrics. Apr 30, 2008