Pinkard & Bowden For The Good Dogs
Don't look so sad
I know it's Rover
But now he's gone
And that ole truck wheel just keeps on turnin'
Let's just be glad
We're nearly out
Of Moist 'n Crunchy
There's no need to burn the doghouse that we built him
There's his head under the willow
There's his warm, dismembered body 'neath the pine
Get your sister and the hatbox, and we'll have a little
funeral
And maybe we can rub him one last time
For the good dogs
For the good dogs
