Letra

(Verse 1)
Way down in El Toro, where the cows all roam,
We’re churnin' up fuel right close to home.
Just a few brown piles, mix 'em up real fine,
Gettin' three gallons daily from the cow behind.

But the gub'ment says, "Stop! That stuff ain’t clean,"
Nancy’s yellin’ 'bout gas that’s green.
She says, “Cows gotta go, they’re pollutin' the air,
Let’s all munch kale, go vegan, if you dare!”

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m just a man, tryin' to live the dream,
With a tank full o’ diesel, ain't that green?
With these feed lots stretchin' out for miles,
Just tryin' to farm a little gas with style.

(Verse 2)
We got the whole town in on this poop scheme,
Turnin' fresh manure to a smoky dream.
And if we double our cows, we’ll double the gas,
But the government says, “Boy, that ain’t gonna last.”

We’re squeezin' it out, one pile at a time,
The smell ain’t sweet, but the engine sure shines.
Nancy’s callin' out, “Shut 'em down, right now!”
But she don’t know the power of a Californian cow!

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m just a man, tryin' to live the dream,
With a tank full o’ diesel, ain't that green?
With these feed lots stretchin' out for miles,
Just tryin' to farm a little gas with style.

(Bridge)
Maybe one day, we’ll all eat beans,
But for now, this farm’s runnin' on green.
From the big brown steers to the little cow chips,
We’re churnin' out fuel like a California hit.

(Verse 3)
Now Nancy don’t know what she’s missin' out on,
She’s stuck on tofu while I’m fuelin' my lawn.
With three gallons a day, I'm in hog heaven,
All thanks to cows and a poop-powered engine.

(Final Chorus)
Yeah, I’m just a man, tryin' to live the dream,
With a tank full o’ diesel, ain’t that green?
So keep on moo-in’, El Toro style,
We’re bringin' brown gold to the California wild.

(Outro)
So come on down to my diesel town,
Where the fuel flows freely from the ground.
It may smell bad, but it runs real sweet—
Thanks to the cow pies at your feet!