Mary's back where she was born here,
Doing time with a sign
She painted herself.
A free right, some slow to scorn her
In a cow suit on the corner.

Mouthing words sung by the singer,
Dancing in the rain, she shines
Can't see what she sells.
Now they stop and stare and linger
The words are blurred so fast her fingers.

Spinning it round,
Cutting the rain, (no one's to blame)
Catching the wind,
Her feet have left the ground.

And she turns it around,
Turns it around,
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Where does the rain come from?
Above!
Drown in her own love.

Now, framed by the sky,
She closes her eyes,
Sees what's inside
Rises above everything:
A cow on the wing.
Moooo.

Mary's good, she's a crowd pleaser.
Choicest Cuts in Hampton's Freezer
If you can even read the sign!
No one's lover, no one's daughter
The first cow to escape the slaughter.

Am I the girl when all bowed down held shards up to the sky?
Spun them round and vowed to turn it all around or die?
Spinning round so fast the Earth a blur made by my will.
World was turning on its own and I was standing still.

Now she's clearing the wires,
Grazing the spire,
Parting the clouds,
She can hear the choir.

Beyond the town,
Spinning with angels!
Above the lake,
Spinning with angels!
The world is round,
Spinning at an angle.
Over the moon"