Bossy
The Residents Lyrics


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Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My dirty little white stone
With dimples to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty trail
Brought such straight rows
Like corn and peas
And foot caves in cold dirt
And the sore throat that follows
"Everyone always knew it ended this way,
But I still don't understand why...
Milking the cow didn't work."
She was warm and had a rough
Mus-cular tongue for licking
Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow




And her name was Bossy.
We didn't eat her I don't think

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Residents' song "Bossy" describe a scene where the singer is sitting on an empty box of Cheerios and observing the ground beneath them. Through the cracks in the wooden floors, the singer can see little cone-shaped mountains of fertile soil, where they have placed a dirty little white stone with dimples to keep it from rolling away. The singer reflects on the experience of planting rows of crops - corn and peas - as well as digging foot caves in the cold dirt, which leads to a sore throat. The singer mentions a sense of confusion about the ending of something, with the line "Everyone always knew it ended this way, but I still don't understand why... Milking the cow didn't work." The song then introduces a character named Bossy, a cow with warm and rough features, a muscular tongue for licking salt blocks, and brown eyes. The singer notes that they "didn't eat her, I don't think."


The song's lyrics contain a sense of nostalgia and reflection on past experiences, particularly those related to farming and agriculture. The mention of planting rows of crops and digging foot caves paints a picture of a simpler time in which manual labor and self-sustenance was more commonplace. The line about milking the cow not working creates a sense of confusion and frustration, like something that should have been simple or easy to accomplish but ultimately failed. The introduction of Bossy the cow provides a glimpse into a specific memory or experience, one that the singer seems to hold dear, as they take the time to describe her physical features.


Line by Line Meaning

Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
The singer is sitting on an empty Cheerios box and settling down.


Through the cracks of wooden floors
The floorboards have cracks that allow things to fall through.


Forming little cone mountains
The things that fall through the floorboards form small piles that look like mountains.


Fertile soil on which to rest
The stuff that falls through the floorboards creates fertile soil where things can grow.


My dirty little white stone
The artist has a small white stone that is dirty.


With dimples to keep it from Rolling down the dusty trail
The stone has little indentations that prevent it from rolling away along a dusty path.


Brought such straight rows
The singer has planted things in straight rows.


Like corn and peas
The things that were planted are corn and peas.


And foot caves in cold dirt
The artist's footsteps create small depressions in the cold dirt.


And the sore throat that follows
The artist seems to be experiencing a sore throat, possibly due to the cold or other factors.


"Everyone always knew it ended this way, But I still don't understand why... Milking the cow didn't work."
The singer is reflecting on something that ended badly, and is confused as to why it played out that way. They mention an attempt to 'milk the cow' that didn't succeed.


She was warm and had a rough Mus-cular tongue for licking Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow And her name was Bossy.
The artist is describing a cow they were familiar with, whose name is Bossy. They mention her warm and rough tongue, and her affinity for licking salt blocks.


We didn't eat her I don't think
The singer is unsure, but they believe that they did not eat Bossy the cow.




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