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