Don McCollom - My Dog Is Dead

My Dog is dead
A pickup truck ran over his head
My Dog is dead
A pickup truck done squished his little head

He went outside to take a pee
Or maybe to bark up a tree
He must of wandered into the street
Now he's dog meat

My Dog is deceased
There's nothing left but buzzard feast
My dog was squashed
And the spot on the road
It needs to be washed

I got a call from my friend Lisa
She said my dog was road pizza
I heard the squeal of the pickup truck
My dog was fucked

My Dog is dead
His head is stuck to a tire tread
My dog he got crushed
In one quick second he was mush

He's awfully cold to the touch
And he doesn't bark very much
In fact he don't he don't bark at all
Or come when I call

My Dog was mutilated
His little head was decapitated
My dog just greased a Ford
And now he's flat as a board

I buried him out in the park
That's the place he loved to bark
But he made his last doggie blunder
Now he's 6 feet under

My Dog was run over
It looks like the end of poor old rover
My dog was mashed
His life went by in a flash

I sang this song at his eulogy
Right underneath the sycamore tree
My heart sunk low and I was all choked up
About my poor old pup

My dog I'd say
Lived with danger every day
My dog he pushed his luck
Sooner or later he was bound to get fucked

Written by:
Don McCollom

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