Bossie's my, Bossie's my moo foe.
Were primed to clinch 'cause we're pissed; we've got moos nix "beau"vine.
Bossie's my moo foe. . .
Border on snarling; even the bulls think we' re unkine.

Though cuds we, charmless, chew; take arms, we don't eschew.
Spring-unpolled, we drill and gore.
Moo wenches fought, our unholy moos. . .no vaches qui rient,
Tails whipping, vaca-matadors.

Then I've won, as I have cleaved she.
It isn't cream that issues from my nemesis moo.
Bossie's my moo foe.
With her hide severed; this snide heifer sees my moo-moue.

Bossie, mi mu-enemigo,
Lucha leche terminada, hay la última vac'.
Bossie, mi mu-enemigo,
Vida vas a perder cuando eviscero tu sac'.

Quiero vencerte con cuerno;
Hacer hamburguesa de ti.
Encontrarás que serás con cuerpo. . .
Hecho hamaca-cuera de ti.

Bossie, batalla contigo,
Lucha leche terminada, soy la última vac'.
Bossie, mi mu-enemigo.
Chinga la leche, bebo sangria de la ubre sac'.