Holstien, standin' in the barn
Jersey, livin' on the farm
Some kind of beverage extracted out of you
What makes you think you're something special when you moo

Old man, hear his cattle calls
Farmer, in his overalls
Some sort of pleasure is derived from milking you
Why did you have to go and cover him with poo?

You can graze the field, you can graze the field
You can graze the field, if you're hungry you can graze the field

Udder, cold hands on your tits
Angry, kicked me in the bits
You just don't understand the patience that it takes
If you get ornary I'll turn you into steaks

I will butcher you, I will butcher you
I will butcher you, if you kick me I will butcher you

Hey bovine! Hey bovine! Hey bovine! Hey bovine!