All across America, there's people eating meat Cause they like the way that it tastes But they don't know that a single pound of beef Makes a hundred pounds of fecal waste You see the cows keep masticatin' And their stomachs keep digestin' And all that waste creation Leaves me with one question
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do Whatch gonna do with all that poo
Cows ate grass in their home out on the range 'Til the land got developed into towns Now they're in the feedlot and they're eatin' corn flakes With some hormones to wash 'em down And instead of fertilizin' the fields where they graze Those big brown piles are risin' - day after day
Every slice of cow pie has a bunch of nitrogen And phosphorus is the whipped cream It leaks from the silos and the fields and then Pollutes the rivers and streams Now all the fish are growing tumors Cause they drank too many hormones And oceanic algal bloomers Create anoxic dead zones
Meat production in America has become decoupled from the rest of agriculture, to the detriment of the natural world
Our problem with manure has a simple cure Eat fewer moo-ers and the poo-ers will be fewer Our water will be pure, our ocean will be bluer Our planet will endure, of that you can be sure But if demand for meat increases And the fields are over-nourished And the farmers loose their leases So suburbia can flourish And we're faced with all the waste Of 10,000,000,000 head of cattle... We'll be up manure creek Without a proverbial paddle
I'm talkin' bout doo doo I'm talkin' bout number 2 I'm talkin' bout the feces of species That's eaten by me and you I just can't stop talkin' bout poo
This whole rigamarole is full of bull Or my name isn't cadamole
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