I was walking through the park
And I saw a little cow
The little fucker mooed at me
So I flushed him down the loo.

I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, flush you down the loo.

I saw a little hen
And she gave me not a clue
I knew exactly what she meant
So I flushed her down the loo

I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, flush you down the loo.

{spoken, not sung}
Like Dr. Doolittle,
I understand what the animals say.
They tell me that they hate me
Each and every single day.

To other people, it just sounds like a harmless quack or moo or bleat.
But I know that they're threatening to kill me in my sleep.

{Singing resumes}
I saw a little pig
And a little little monkey
The porky bastard oinked me and so I flushed him down the loo

I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, yeah yeah
I'm going to flush you, flush you down the loo.

{spoken, not sung}
And so, the moral of this story is
If you're mean to animals
A horse will flush you down the loo so hard that you'll never be able to swim back up.
So don't do it, even if you think we are going to kill you in your sleep.