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But Cow to the rescue, timely of course He knows science, he knows cheese He solves problems on his knees He reads lips, the walking dead He does chopsticks in his head He reads sonar under the sea He can predict when sailors pee He knows solar, he knows sun He knows windmills have their fun Cutting you off right at the knees When the wind calls a brisk “at ease” And the TV goes silent, computers crash So Mad Cow makes his high energy dash: Windmills are a blight on the land Better build your house on sand Better still, burn much more coal West Virginia’s on a roll Natural gas flows underground Everywhere except Puget Sound Shale oil is making Utah rich Everyone climbing out of the ditch And fracking has become the cry of the land A brand, new all-American band Changing our face, the horizon line And Mad Cow still blows in the breeze Now more like a whine and a wheeze Words bumble, sentences stray Fences to keep trouble away Cow stumbles back to his base And that barnyard where Cow thinking is done Turmoil used to be much more fun. |
| Mad Cow whispers in trees And the forest falls to its knees Wind is the subject at hand And Cow is the breath of the land Because he knows and he blows When it rains, when it snows From the east and the west From the slums and the best He captures hot air On a wing and a dare Telling his crowd, fully out loud He’s tall and remains completely unbowed Because his mind is as sharp as a tack He knows the sun can stall on the rack Wind can die down, weary at source |