There was cow on a farm grazing peacefullyA mother, a father perhaps a babyIt dosen't know its fateChorusDon't eat Oscar Meyer weinersThey are bad 4 youThey are made from thingsThat used to feel like youThe herded masses, move one by oneOn to a damp truck where they are promptly strungWith the thought of nver going homeThey were raised ro be slaughtered, not experienced lifeSoon to be blend with a buchers knifeNo mercy, no thought, no hopeThat's why we sayChorusDon't eat Oscar Meyer weinersThey are bad 4 youThey are made from thingsThat used to feel like youCows and pigs weren't meant as meatThese animals some humans eatGo find yourself a veggie treatTake the innocence off the heatDon't eat meatDon't eat Oscar Meyer...