Mad Cow is king of the pitch He’s fat, round and rich His snout pokes through mud He’s an ooze-seeking stud Cow’s a piggish son-of-a-bitch.	Mad Cow is a pig in a poke He’s bulbous and eager to stoke Fires that burn in his brow A pig disguised as a cow A thoroughly slimy bloke.
Mad Cow eats what’s in sight His stomach wants it done right He gets down on his knees Squat as you please and pigs his way through the night.
Mad Cow can play the pig A gambit, a dance, and a jig He eats off the floor Is a honk and a boar Shit is what he loves to dig.	Mad Cow knows how to pig out In the pen he’s rough as a lout He eats what he shits All entrails and bits His bacon an intestinal bout.