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We've found 13 lyrics, 1 artist, and 13 albums matching sore tummy by paws:


Albums:

Tummy (Wat Tyler) · Party in My Tummy (Yo Gabba Gabba!) · Drew's Famous Santa Paws (Drew's Famous) · Holdy Paws (Deerhoof) · Grand Paws (Jimmy Rowles) · Sight for Sore Ears! (Poison) · The Swining/Red Raw and Sore (Pig) · IMF: Sight for Sore Eyes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Solace in Sore Hands (Amandine) · Sore (Buck 65) – and 3 other albums »


to May
She hurt a paw made it sore
Now she runs on three legs instead of four

There lived a dog in London Town
With one ear up and the other ear down
the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
He's shouting your name and asking for more
There's
With his straining sex in his jumping paw 
There's a devil crawling along your floor 
And he's old and he's stupid and 
He's hungry and he's sore
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
With his straining sex in his jumping paw 
There's a devil crawling along your floor 
And he's old and he's stupid and 
He's hungry and he's sore
door (how much longer?)
And he's weak with evil and broken by the world (how much longer?)
And he's shouting your name and asking for more (how much
a dog'll tear them with one slam in their jaw
I got my own thing never rumage through yours
Mine soars like an eagle, yours is floored as paws
Unappealin'
think you should
But I can't, I'm plagued by vegetarians
No cats and dogs, I'm not a veterinarian
Strictly collard greens and a occasional steak
Goes
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
howling with pain and crawling up the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
He's shouting your name
a dog'll tear them with one slam in their jaw
I got my own thing never rumage through yours
Mine soars like an eagle, yours is floored as paws
Unappealin'
(How much longer)
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
(How much longer)
He's shouting your name and he's asking for more
(How much longer)
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