Pays to be an animal

THE TRAIL TO OREGON!

Pays To Be An Animal

Music and lyrics by Jeff Blim

Sung by:

Corey Dorris, 

Rachael Soglin, Jeff Blim, Joey Richter

Characters: 

Grandpa, Buffaloes, Baby Buffalo, Everyone.

Album: iTunes / Amazon
   

LYRICS:

When you're growing up as a youngun buck

And your dad's a yak, so you have to cluck
And you talk one day, then the clucking comes to an end
Whoa
It's a glass half full of scotch approach
Like the mommy cub teaches her goats 
If you live or you're shot in the head it all depends

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

And when you wake up with mud on your dick
And you don't even know where it came from

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't 

There are stories told of man's fall from grace
He rapes the land just so he can ate
But stories suck so fuck 'em right in the face

And even if you put on weight
Just poop it out and refill your plate
Cause the older you get the more you hibernate 

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

And when you wake up with mud on your dick
And you don't even know where it came from

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Don't shoot us
Don't shoot us please
Don't shoot us
Don't shoot us please!

Now listen brother
You don't wanna do this
I just lost my mom and dad for dick
Deep down I know there's a heart inside that head
Whoa

And if you're really that goddamn hungey
Just eat my parents right in front of me
And I'll raise my buffalo friends to seek revenge!

Everybody!
Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

And when you wake up with mud on your dick
And you don't even know where it came from

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't

You wake up with mud on your dick
In a pool of your vomit
Picking turds off your ass
Your whole breakfast is grass
You got mud on your shoes
Only hell they're fucking hooves
Your hind legs are sore
Yeah that's right, you've got 4
And you don't even know her damn name

Sometimes it pays to be an animal
Sometimes don't