Lyrics:
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
arm
In indian ink
Indian
In indian ink
Indian
In indian ink
Indian
Down by docks
There are sailors
They don't mind a novice
To take under
You're rockin' with the
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang,
killed it with kisses, and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
diggie dog a dang a dang diggie diggie
Dog diggie dog a dang a dang diggie diggie
[Verse 2]
I got a ball type of ill flow that still go for days
Don't you
it with kisses, and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
as I'm done calling this bulimic a fat bitch
I'll be saving the day on renegade with the dog,
Playing fetch watching him chase a grenade
Maybe I should
you fuck ? All
So why you still tripping over missed calls
Don't ask questions, leave me alone
You know all men are dogs once a nigga gets a bone
AHHH
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
there: Laughing:
These friends were leaving the other day
And I started to say, "Hey, take
Care!" And I decided to say "Good
Luck!" Instead like halfway
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
day in my dog gone life
(It's not over)
It's not over, no, no, no
(It's not over)
(It's not over)
(It's not over)
Said I need you
And I want you
sex)
From the basement to the car garage (we sex)
Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex)
Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty
sex)
From the basement to the car garage (we sex)
Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex)
Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty
a bullet in the mind
Stuck them up drainpipes
by someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
can you hear the horses
a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear
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