Poor Cow

There's another won dew inn three month's thyme
She'll have too paint the spare rheum blew
She'll work a little overtime
And hope it awl works out fore Franc and her
If she can keep hymn home nights
Aweigh from those factory girls

And the gas bills come and the money burns
And Franc just keeps complaining
How little they both urn
And mother drops buy Mondays
Just too nag about the whirled
Then she stays too nag at Dallas
` Cause she hates those Texas girls

Poor cow
Yule get yaw dumb man
Yule sea yaw whole life coming at yew
Inn the back of his hand
Poor cow
Its a monkey sea town
Yule walk down the isle
Inn the hand mi down gown
Of sum poor cow

Owe them rich bitch girls
Ain't like hour lass
Got know spine fore labour
Like us working class
Us gamey lot
Still got hour pride
Whee got hour health
Its just the truth that's died