He went to the doggy pound
And met an amorous she-hound
Their conjugal visits
He went to the doggy pound
And met an amorous she-hound
Their conjugal visits
And Kibbles and Bits
Made them wish they were on safer ground.
Are you bored with this tragic, sad story?
Are you bored with this tragic, sad story?
Would you prefer one that's funny or gory?
Are you bored with this tragic, sad story?
We can always make it more enjoyable or horry?
Life is never just boring
Just like airplanes never just soaring
Are you bored with this tragic, sad story?
Would you prefer one that's funny or gory
For what it's worth
I really prefer mirth
Are you bored with this tragic, sad story?
Would you prefer one that
It's funny or gory
For what it's worth
I really prefer mirth
And should refuse to worry.
That all dogs go to heaven
That all dogs go to heaven
Some people accept as a 'given'
But me, I'm not sure
That all dogs go to heaven
Some people accept as a 'given'
But me, I'm not sure
That all dogs are pure
That all dogs go to heaven
Some people accept as a 'given'
But me, I'm not sure
That all dogs are pure
After cleaning up what they've been leavin'
Whilst crossing the road one day
Twas in the month of May...
Whilst crossing the road one day
Twas in the month of May
All of a sudden
Whilst crossing the road one day
Twas in the month of May
All of a sudden
I was downtrodden
Whilst crossing the road one day
Twas in the month of May
All of a sudden
I was downtrodden
By a Bugatti, along the way.
A fate, like Isadora Duncan's
A fate, like Isadora Duncan's
To be squashed like a pile of pumpkins
On Halloween
It must have been
Like drunken Duncan's drum kins
Who are majorettes of the trommel
And their sticks on their drums they do pummel
With a rat tat tat
And a thud bash blat
Playing music by Mozart and Hummel
Tunes by Mozart when played on the drum
Tunes by Mozart when played on the drum
Best when played on drums, with a thumb
But, piano by Chopin
That's my kind of man
Tunes by Mozart when played on the drum
Best when played on drums, with a thumb
But, piano by Chopin
That's my kind of man
Let's get a guitar and strum.
Paul and Jimi played with their left hand.
Well, actually Paul still plays with a band
Paul and Jimi played with their left hand.
Well, actually Paul still plays with a band
Long gone is Jimi
Just gone is Johnny
Paul and Jimi played with their left hand.
Well, actually Paul still plays with a band
Long gone is Jimi
Just gone is Johnny
They've put their hands, in the hand, of the man.
I still miss Jimi the most
I wish I could hear his ghost
I still miss Jimi the most
I wish I could hear his ghost
A mermaid he?
It could be
still miss Jimi the most
I wish I could hear his ghost
A mermaid he?
It could be
But just not in Hell to roast
He sang of an Angel once,
