cows - they're comin near me hope oh please don't eat me ! cows - won't give you butter if you pull their udder cows now longer have they don't see
Aren't you a skinny kid Just like his poppa? Where's he working? He's not working Thin as the smile I wear Cold as the beaches you comb 'Til the cows
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(lyrics and music by James Seals, 1969) From the albums SEALS AND CROFTS (1969) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974). Milk the cows of gladness, before
Good morning Wake up Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency Stuff vitamin pills down your health guarantee A kiss and cuddle with a lucky girl You
I declare a war, a fight for freedom against any system that's built to consume our power and maintained to divide our energy. A system where an honest
Performed by adam sandler, frank, and randi Transcribed by a fan "and now a cow at bat in the bottom of the 6th inning of a little league game
We were wasting all the wine Gettin high like two old friends Shootin shit half wit politics Rockin til 12:09 'till the neighbor up above Didn't like
Fattened for slaughter. Unknowingly feasting on the ground up brains of their kind. Cannibal Cattle Plague Carnivorous humans die!
There's a wood stove in the corner There's saw dust on the floor They've got a flashing neon lone star sign Hangin' by the door All they sell is beer
You told me to hold on here To hold on like day old beer To hold on for your return May I yearn and burn? I sit in my rocking chair And swing like a doctrinaire
So here it is it's just me A different drummer but the same old beat It seems like everything is going to be just fine 'Cause I'm having a good time
So sing, so sing the winter cows They lowly croak and no one wonders where they are Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me Now they
I'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand Never seen nothin' majestic or grand I just received a great big tax return Now I'm off to las vegas with money
Oh yeah I'm used to havin' my breakfast in bed Never have to lift a finger to butter my bread I keep my baby satisfied if you know what I mean 'Cause
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Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! All alone . . . all alone! When the hoot owl toots his tooloo to the whale of the nip wick hen, and the chink funk
