Cash Cow

Steve Taylor

Cash Cow (A Rock Opera In Three Small Acts)



Act I



Move...

Move in closer...

Move in closer to the...

Move in closer to the middle of the frame



Act II



It was a morning just like any other morning

...in the Sinai Desert

...1200 B.C.

It glistened, it glowed, it rose from the gold of the children of Israel

(and most of the adults)



The Cash Cow



The golden Cash Cow had a body like the great cows of ancient Egypt

And a face like the face of Robert Tilton (without the horns)

And through the centuries it has roamed the earth like a ravenous bovine seeking whom it may lick



Cash Cow, Cash Cow



From the Valley of the Shadow of the Outlet Mall

To the customized pet-wear boutique

From the trailer of the fry chef

To the palace of the sheik

The Cash Cow lurks

The Cash Cow lurks

The Cash Cow lurks



Who loves you, baby?

Who'll give you good credit?

Who says you'll regret it?

Who loves you, baby?

Who'll give you good credit?

Who says you'll regret it?



"I was young and I needed the money"

"I had money, and I needed more money"

"I was filthy rich--all I wanted was love. And a little more money..."



Woe to you, proud mortal!

Secure in your modest digs

You think you're immune?

You, who couldn't finger said cow in a police line-up with the three little pigs?



Cash Cow--Master of Disguises

Who's gonna change shape at will?

Who's the eye in the pyramid on the back of the dollar bill?

Who loves power lunching from Spago to the Sizzler?

Guess who's coming to dinner?



Who loves you, baby?

Who'll give you good credit?

Who says you'll regret it?

One yank on that udder

Will land your butter

In a sling

First one's free

Cow junkies take heed



Cash Cow, coming to getcha!

Why?

Because you think this is stupid, don't you?

The Cash Cow will not be m