d'orine the cow
Singer:ian dury
tom the bull's better half
my daughter's called daisy
when i'm all finished milking and chewing the cud
mr. meatface the butcher will be after my blood
i'm somebody's quarter-pound hamburger bun
and somebody's trousers now
i'm loppy the lamb from the heart of the shire
my texture's too coarse for your fashion attire
so soon i'll be bound for the abattoir's slab
slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab
i seem to have gambolled my short life away
i'm a sandwich instead of a ram
cluck! cluck! cluck! cluck! morning! - cluck!
in the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch
pieces go missing when chickens collide
oh bury my bones with your kentucky fried
'cos i'm mary the chicken
you wouldn't eat me if you knew where i'd been
i'm jonathon pig and i'm fearsomely stout
from the tip of my tail to the snuff of my snout
i'm too fat to move and i'm too young to die
so think about me next time you eat a pork-pie
my ears have gone into the sausage machine
and so has my thingumajig