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Aylee -> RE: I Admit It I........ (11/14/2009 1:10:40 PM)
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ORIGINAL: dcnovice
I admit I make up songs about a dead dog.
I felt such hunger
I felt so poor
I had no entrée for my guests
Now all that yapping out there is gone
Dinner is served, that dog is done
With the potatoes, that I grew
Living off land is what I do
Came to my yard to take a pee
Now that dumb mutt is feeding me
That dog is done
That dog is done
Now he's doggone
He won't be coming back
That dog is done
It all went swell, we stuffed our face
And everyone just loved the taste
I told the guests what we all ate
They smiled and laughed, and said it was great
There was applause, I made a toast
Said there is now a low cost roast
Everyone said they'd go and get
Down to the pound for a new pet
That dog is done
That dog is done
You know where he's gone
He won't be making crap
That dog is done
That's why we wok what comes our way
The Lord provides just what we need, now
Where is that cat I saw today?
I got my fam-ly to feed
I sprinkle rib bones in the yard
And they come in from wide and far
They think I'm always, oh so nice
That's because I can never harm mice
That dog is done
That dog is done
You know where he's gone
He won't be coming back
That dog is done
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