Bovine titty on those heifers polled
Gonna set my hands on fire.
Got a whole lot of milk that's ready for the urn--
Strum those udders like a lyre.

There's a hundred hefty heifers standin' in there,
Udders as puffed up as Trump's hair,
Gotta milk 'em--not a minute to spare.
Vacía las vacas, vacía las vacas. [empty the cows]

Sometimes I can squeeze out more
If they've really been hittin' the hay.
Then I'll get maybe 44 quarts
While I drink down a big café au lait.

Well, I grab 'em and poke 'em for a moo-jet feel,
It's pouring forth and before the cream congeals,
A great big glass of milk with every meal.
Vacía las vacas, vacía las vacas

Vacía las vacas, I watch their tails lashin'
As into my face they're crashin'
And causin' my cheeks pain.
Vacía las vacas, drain 'em in the mornin' time
Then on the hay I'm lyin',
Sleep till morning comes
And then milk those cows yet again.

When the milkin' run is done
I lace a glassful with rum,
A glass squeezed from a lass bovine.
They say I'm a cowpoke
'Cause I punch those udders and savor their yield like wine.
I've been drinkin' milk since I was a tot--
Fresh-squeezed so much better than store-bought.
Gotta drain 'em then get the next lot.
Vacía las vacas, vacía las vacas,
Vacía, vacía las vacas!