Weird Al Yankovic Cows With Guns Lyrics

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 Tse Toungue

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 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 p___ed 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

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
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',
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 out gunned

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...

We will fight for bovine freedom, and hold our
large heads high. We will run free with the buffalo,
or die!

Cows with guns!

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