I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend

I am the one lascivious I am the one who preys on weak I offer everything they seek And I am the one who comes richly endowed Harvesting crops of fields that others have plowed I am the one, lascivious I am the son of one below The progeny of beast of