Zen Baseballbat - Brown Cows Of Elocution

The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
In a compost heap where a language grew
Us duffers in the meat yard never had a clue
Our vowels were strangled by the cattle gas
Our vowels were strangled by the cattle gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
We dragged those words
Through buckets of steam
Through battered spam
God save the team
From the Big Chief Sitting Bull
Another ham shank and I'll scream
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Bronco jargon flows
In a thick mother tongue
Till the cows come home
Etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera
The wind stuck
Fixed me up
With the air of a cow
That licked me
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh

Written by:
Carl Gleavey, Gary Gleavey

Publisher:
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