I’ve decided to remake my country music song into a funky techno one. This time, I didn’t sing it myself but paid some random stranger I found walking down the street. I came up with this new risky form of music while taking a shower. I’ve decided to call it the “whatever comes” style of singing, where the music itself is good, but the singing could be anything from sublime to gouge your ears out with a fork.
And what better way to introduce my new style of music than with a funky techno version of the best song in the world? (At least in my opinion. I love my little song like a cat loves coughing up hairballs.)
Lyrics:
You’re the perfect pet, confidant, friend,
we’ll be together to the end.
You never scream, you’ve never lied,
forever young in your formaldehyde
And you’ll never leave me, we’ll never part
“cuz I preserved a piece of your heart
Oh cow fetuses need love too
They aren’t just unborn bovines in jars
Cow fetuses need love too
They ain’t civets, they won’t give you SARS
People give my heart great pain
when they say that I’m insane
They think my cow fetus friends
are just some bizarre new trend
It’s not a trend, it’s not a joke
I’m just a bovine fetus lovin’ cowpoke
Oh cow fetuses need love too
They aren’t just unborn bovines in jars
Cow fetuses need love too
They ain’t civets, they won’t give you SARS
You bring me joy, with your shriveled skin
and your tiny bodies give me a grin
You look happy in your little hats,
so much cleaner than a bunch of cats
You sit there floating happy and free,
but nobody loves you like little old me
Oh cow fetuses need love too
They aren’t just unborn bovines in jars
Cow fetuses need love too
They ain’t civets, they won’t give you SARS
Cartopia 
This is lovely Car. It sounds like a Cargorian chant to your beloved Cow Fetuses. Very sweet.
Thank you. I’m glad my music moved you. I think I’m going to get a PA system for my car, so I can drive down the street, blasting the song for everyone to hear.
I’m with Jan on the “chant” part but I hear echos of alien love calls and just a whiff of the internal voices of kids on ecstasy.
All in all—beyond all genres.
Thanks. 🙂 Maybe my song can be used by ecstasy using alien teens while they make out in the back of their UFO. I wonder how I can tap into the extraterrestrial market…
I’ll contact NASA, Car, and set up a conference call for ya 🙂