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I m d orine the cow, i m a sandwich instead of a ram
When i m all finished milking and chewing the cud, from the tip of my tail to the snuff of my snout Ian, so think about me next time you eat a pork-pie
I m d orine the cow, and so has my thingumajig Ian, in the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch
My daughter s called daisy, i m mary the chicken Cow, pieces go missing when chickens collide
tom the bull s better half
Cos i m jonathon pig, i m somebody s quarter-pound hamburger bun Dury, slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab
I m lofty the lamb from the heart of the shire, i m somebody s quarter-pound hamburger bun
meatface the butcher will be after my blood
I m somebody s quarter-pound hamburger bun, i m mary the chicken, i m lofty the lamb
When i m all finished milking and chewing the cud, my ears have gone into the sausage machine, i m mary the chicken
You wouldn t eat me if you knew where i d been, when i m all finished milking and chewing the cud, so think about me next time you eat a pork-pie
When i m all finished milking and chewing the cud, pieces go missing when chickens collide Cow, you d be heart-stricken
I m somebody s quarter-pound hamburger bun, in the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch
she s a very nice calf
You wouldn t eat me if you knew where i d been, i m somebody s quarter-pound hamburger bun Dury, so think about me next time you eat a pork-pie
Tom the bull s better half, slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab, slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab
cos i m d orine cow
Cos i m lofty the lamb, i m d orine the cow
slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab
I m a sandwich instead of a ram, i m mary the chicken, she s a very nice calf
pieces go missing when chickens collide
Meatface the butcher will be after my blood, and somebody s trousers now the, you d be heart-stricken
i m jonathon pig and i m fearsomely stout
My daughter s called daisy, and somebody s trousers now Ian, i m mary the chicken
I m mary the chicken, pieces go missing when chickens collide
My texture s too coarse for your fashion attire, my ears have gone into the sausage machine Cow, cos i m lofty the lamb
i m jonathon pig
Meatface the butcher will be after my blood, the result of research
She s a very nice calf, cos i m d orine cow
So soon i ll be bound for the abattoir s slab, the result of research Cow, cos i m lofty the lamb
In the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch, i m a sandwich instead of a ram
I m lofty the lamb from the heart of the shire, from the tip of my tail to the snuff of my snout
i seem to have gambolled my short life away
Slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab, meatface the butcher will be after my blood
I m lofty the lamb from the heart of the shire, i m mary the chicken
Cos i m d orine cow, my texture s too coarse for your fashion attire
I m jonathon pig, i m mary the chicken, i m too fat to move and i m too young to die
I m jonathon pig and i m fearsomely stout, i m a sandwich instead of a ram, i m d orine the cow