Loving man's best friend
Loving him until the very end
Taking just one swim upstream
The end of an american dream
As if you're not to go, oh no
Again I pick a little talk a little more than you

Everybody knows were fixing up a dark black hole
And turning back into a dog
In the spitif of Beauregard

We buried him
Behind the river bank of his final swim
We through him up upon a cross
Dead, alive, whatever he's not
As if you're not to go, oh no
Again I pick a little talk a little more than you