Brown Cows of Elocution Songtext
von Zen Baseballbat

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