Lyrics

So this song is written from the perspective of the Wagyu cow Tony took issues with last week. Shut up you old man, you've got the money ;-). This is inspired by the Moulin Rouge version of this song (which is the better version of the song, in my opinion)


It’s a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I’m one of those cows with a
Great piece of hide
(Wakagu?)
You’ve got so much money
To eat out at CUT
In the great hotel Wilshire and
Get 9 oz of my butt.

You sat beside Mehlman,
That bagboy-clad schmoe
And “wowed” him when waiters knew you
From the PTI show.
And then you ordered
A nice piece of me
Then griped about how bad
This whole ordeal seemed.

And then you tell everybody that something felt wrong
You’d rather spend all your money at the great City Hall
Shut up you old man
You’ve got the money, yet you say you’re tortured
Your wonderful life is full of “problems” from the first world.

I grazed on the roof
And I nibbled the moss
While back in DC, you say that
You were at a loss
You just couldn’t like
The best steak in the land
You’d rather spend three hundred on wine,
You orange old man

And then you tell everybody that something felt wrong
You’d rather spend all your money at the Sunglass Hut
Shut up you old man
You’ve got the money, but just so you’re not stressed,
That next time I will say, “Eat me McManus.”