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[I] Come home last night, found a dog in my bed.Mangy no good hound in my bed.I pulled my [IV] pistol; pulled my thirty two [I] gun.Gonna [V] find out how fast that [IV] wiener dog can [I] run.He went out the door, me after him.I banged the bed post with my shin.The gun went off and shot off that wiener dog's tail.Now that wiener dog's at home and I'm locked up in jail.She may love him more than me.When I get home it's that wiener dog or me.I'm gonna get him, that mangy son of a gun.Gonna find out how fast that wiener dog can run.I'll get even. Settle the score.I won't be dogged around by that wiener dog no more,I'm gonna get him, that mangy no good hound.I aint the kinda man likes a wiener dog around.Gonna find out how fast that wiener dog can run.
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Poor little thing. I am surprised he did not die.
There you go, Gus. The Moanin' Wiener Dog Blues.
Hah. My aunt and uncle had a wienerdog years ago...I guess one time they were making bread and the dog ate all the raw dough out of the bowl, which was on a counter a lot higher than you'd think a wiener would be able to climb. And so the dog ate the dough, and...well, you know how you put bread dough in a warm place so the yeast can make it rise?
It's real warm inside a wienerdog.
They say it laid around and moaned for hours after that.
Nice puppy, RTZ. My grandparents had a long haired dachshund with a bad back and for a while, had her in a chariot like you've shown.
Thanks Mark. Thanks Ruth!
Good tune John!
Thanks James and Steve.
I JUST LOVE THAT WIENER DOG TUNE
U SING AND PLAY GREAT MAN
Good one Uncle John.