Fat Cow

It isn't easy to state the changes you made
It started with me waking to a whining wench
Sharpening your witch fangs as the days grew intolerable
If you call that living well you're better dead

Fat cow
Moo-Moo
Four tits
Cow hips

Trolloping your buttocks like a mastodon in heat
The way you trot around you must be tight as a mud wad
Who's to ever mention all the things that you did
You ended up replacing me with a closet fag

You haggy fat cow
Moo-Moo
Four tits
Cow hips

Mellow out your pea brain with some hippy weed
That turned so fucking natural growing out your hair
Traded your wrist band for a pile of love beads
If that's what you call living then you're better dead