I'm D'Orine the Cow, Tom the Bull's better half
  My daughter's called Daisy, she's a very nice calf
  When I'm all finished milking and chewing the cud
  Mr. Meatface the butcher will be after my blood
  
  Cos I'm D'Orine Cow
  I'm D'Orine the Cow
  I'm somebody's quarter-pound hamburger bun
  And somebody's trousers now
  
  *Baa!*
  
  I'm Lofty the Lamb from the heart of the shire
  My texture's too coarse for your fashion attire
  So soon I'll be bound for the abattoir's slab
  Slaughtered and frozen for doner kebab
  
  Cos I'm Lofty the Lamb
  I'm Lofty the Lamb
  I seem to have gambolled my short life away
  I'm a sandwich instead of a ram
  
  *Cluck-cluck! Cluck-cluck!*
  
  I'm Mary the Chicken, the result of research
  In the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch
  Pieces go missing when chickens collide
  Oh bury my bones with your Kentucky Fried
  
  Cos I'm Mary the Chicken
  I'm Mary the Chicken
  You wouldn't eat me if you knew where I'd been
  You'd be heart-stricken
  
  *Grunt!*
  
  I'm Jonathon Pig and I'm fearsomely stout
  From the tip of my tail to the snuff of my snout
  I'm too fat to move and I'm too young to die
  So think about me next time you eat a pork-pie
  
  Cos I'm Jonathon Pig
  I'm Jonathon Pig
  My ears have gone into the sausage machine
  And so has my thingumajig
  My thingumajig