How that cow got loose is mysterious
I don't think that we'll ever really know
Finding it will be such a bitch
A cow is not like a pair of lost earrings
Lost earrings are easily replaced
And forgotten until they turn up, until they turn up
Goddamn! You lose a cow
You've got to find it, you've got to find it
Through brush and woods and muck and woods
We know she'll turn up, know she'll turn up
Through brush and woods and muck and woods
We know she'll turn up
We know she'll turn up
Before dark
We hope
A secret is like the lost earrings
There is no cow-urgency in getting it out into the open
At least not until you're all alone
And a big bull-secret is staring down at you
Staring down at you, a big bull-secret
It's staring down at you
It's not like a pair of lost earrings
The two of you
In some small gulley
You in red
You in red
