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22 Sep 11 - 02:14 PM (#3227270) Subject: Lyr Add: ODE TO A COW (Garry Moore) From: Jim Dixon In another thread, someone requested lyrics to a song called ODE TO A COW, about artificial insemination. I don't think this is the one that was wanted, but it's interesting anyway in its own right, so I thought I'd post it. Garry Moore recorded ODE TO A COW in 1944; it was released as a 78-rpm record b/w RONDELAY FOR A RABBIT, on Decca 23598. It was part of an album called "Garry Moore - Culture Corner." (In those days an album consisted of several 78-rpm records sold as a set, in its own binder.) It is described as a "poem with music." Garry Moore was later famous as the host of TV quiz shows "I've Got a Secret" and "To Tell the Truth." I transcribed this from a recording at YouTube. ODE TO A COW (Garry Moore) All hail, all hail the noble cow. To me, O cow, you are a wow. To you, O cow, I make a vow. I vow, cow, cow, and shout, "How now?" I love you, tame and gentle creature. I'm always very glad to meetcher. Oh, lift your stately head and toss it, And let me shake your every faucet. Oh, let me thank you while I can For all the things you've done for man. All hail to you on this your heyday, For all that ever-lovin' Grade A. O cow, it's from your skin valise You give out milk and cottage cheece. Yes, cottage cheese, the best there is, Except for camembert and Swizz, And cream cheese too, so mild and mellow, Also limburger, strong and smello. You always give; you never slip. You are the country's biggest drip. You don't hold out; you give in quickly. You always gush; you're never trickly. Oh, tell me, cow, how do you do it? Is there something tricky to it? You chew up hay as fine as silk. You shake it up, and out comes milk. O cow, the people of this nation Owe you much appreciation. From now until the dimmest future. Human beings will salute yer. Everyone adores dear Bossy, From Toscanini to Jimmy Do'sey. Each human being, gay or grim, Partakes of milk and sometimes crim. You're charming, cow; you have no faults, And you're behind all chocolate malts. Each noon the customers at Liggett's Pay a tribute to your spigots; So let me tell you, noble cow, How I do adore you now. Let me salute your magic udder. You're my sister; I'm your brudder. I greet you with heart and stomach full, O dairy cow, and that's no bull. And so, in closing, let me state: You are my favorite vertebrate, And during milking time, keep hummin'. Don't worry, dear; the yanks are comin'. |