When you're growing up as a youngun buck And the daddy yak shows you how to cluck And you're taught one day that the clucking comes to an end Whoa! It's a glass half full of scotch approach Like the mommy cub teaches her goats If you live or you're shot in the head it all depends Sometimes it pays to be an animal Sometimes don't Sometimes it pays to be an animal Sometimes don't And when you wake up with blood on your dick And you don't even know where it came from Sometimes it pays to be an animal Sometimes don't There are stories told of man's fall from grace He rapes the land just so he can ate But stories suck so **** 'em right in the face And even if you put on weight Just poop it out and refill your plate Cause the older you get the more you hibernate