He’s bovine
That stud o’ mine
That randy bull has got flair
He’s hung: it can really tear

He wants a cow, ain’t gonna woo it
Bet he’s gonna have him nine
He does pokey with all my girls
He makes ‘em fatter with prime

Lovely scoffed in a pie
Also creams if you fry
Makes ‘em want to come buy
Best ever meat you can try

But then he got in that sty
Went to try a pork endeavour
But he couldn’t take the swine
So the bull’s not so clever

He’s bovine
Wants to do swine
Need to sedate her
A knob that is greater
He’s got a butt of leather
For poon he’s a getter
He’ll bust that gate, he must go mate
When he’s swelled he has charms

Proprietor’s been
And he asked me to cleave his bone
“Can you lop his thing” prat, he asked
“Lop his thing an’ make it my own”

“For it’s so fine”
“Now mine”
“It’s so fine”
“Now mine”
“It’s so fine”
“Oh, yeah”
“It’s so fine”