Moo-ahhhhh! Moo-ahhhhh!
You cattle beware, a mettle unfair
Dakota no doubt - it has got bovine share
Poll Hereford's fine and the Brahman's sublime
They're not sacred so we're droolin' at thought of meat grinds

Moo-ahhhhh! Moo-ahhhhh!
With big sleepy eyes, they're oversized
'Cus Sizzler knows that loin and behind's highly prized
In muddy droves - there muster goes
Well veal they're cutlin' out from under Bess' nose

Those patty buns, doughy-grey, 'swhere we'll be put one day
We just wanna stand and moo, as we do!
No good to just stand and pray - we've got to get away
From stock muster!

The crops are out, there's cowboys about
Don't s'pose Bossy can understand those stock muster shouts
Cows already bought, they gotta be caught
And so for McDonald's and hamburger meats they'll be slaught'

Does anyone look away, when we hear bovines say
WWWWhat's that big gun gonna do - ow!
This game is no fun to play - wish it were yesterday
No stock muster!

Want drovers to go away, so we can eat our hay
We just wanna stand and moo, as we do!
You know all the rumors say we'll end on dinner trays
No stock muster!

Moo-ahhhhh! Moo-ahhhhh! Moo-ahhhhh! Moo-ahhhhh!
Muster, muster, stock muster . . .