You sound so cute when you moo
Can't keep my hands off of you
Your teats are pleasant to squeeze
I'd love to sample your cheese
I took one look at your mug
And bet the farm on your jugs
You sound so cute when you moo
Can't keep my hands off of you

Pardon the reach of my hands
I've grown attached to your glands
The four of them makes me glee
I could use some therapy
But with a cow of your ilk
Just call me crazy for milk
Your far to cute to be glue
I guess my heart's stuck on you


I'll milk ya Bessie, and with my magic hands
I'll feel ya, Bessie, and squeeze your teaming glands
I'll milk ya, Bessie, moo at me for your hay
Oh fussy, Bessie don't have a cow I pray,
Oh fussy Bessie, now that I've bound you,
Stay and let me milk you, Bessie, let me milk you.

You're just so cute I'm behooved
That's to say, I'm realy moved
You are the finest of cows
I love to milk you and how
A quick look between your legs
And I'm a-mazed by your kegs


You sound so cute when you moo
Can't keep my hands off of you

I'll milk ya...
Bessie, and with my magic hands,
I'll feel ya Bessie, and squeeze your teaming glands,
I'll milk ya Bessie, moo at me for your hay
Oh fussy.....(Repeat lyrics while fading)