wild dance of blue cows

i was walking down the street, i was shufflin' my feet. i was snappin' my fingers to the beat of the song playin' in my head... "hey! what's a matter man. we gonna come around at 12 with some poor rigan girls who're just dyyyyyyin' to meetcha...." i heard their bells ring as they walked down the street. they wear those killer high hooves. "mooooooo," they say, but i never pay any attention to them anyway. heffers.