Stuck with old Yeller © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "STUCK IN A MOVIE" BY: THE AQUABATS BONUS QUOTE: "I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals." WINSTON CHURCHILL		One thing you might notice in the neighbourhood in the morning, if you're up early for work or school, is how a lot of men who look like they wish they were still asleep are dragging around a lot of mutts who in turn look like they should have been put to sleep a long time ago. So why haven't they? Well, the reasons for this are three, the first is that their kids don't allow them to (because they grew so enormously attached to them as puppies during those five weeks after Christmas many years ago when they were the ones who got up and walked them in the morning), the second is that their wives don't allow them to (because they fear that ditching something just because it has gotten old, and possibly get a new and younger one instead, might give their husbands general ideas) and the third is that those men themselves don't allow them to (because those limping and demented fleabags are the only excuse they still have to get out of the house on their own, especially in the early bird's morning while breakfasts, beds and lunchboxes in some mysterious, magic and possibly dangerous way are making themselves back inside). Old dogs might not be able to learn new tricks but because of all this they surely are among the best niched survivors in nature! The original song and an (unrelated) video for it can be heard/seen HERE. I find my dog on the road again Near a postal bike crashed into a barbed wire fence I could've sworn he was following me To the neighbourhood corner dog latrine I tight the leash, try to hold him near Then feel a yank, he's outta there Then I fall on my shoe string and the cur's in a shop I must try to get him home before they call the cops He stinks, he's flawed And leaves his ID on the floor When time's to go He barks uptight and there's no ending I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof Coming home from work and outside it's dark I stumble on the dog, hit a garden cart Then a bitch' barking awkward and my leg is spurred He's a sterilized mongrel so it's quite absurd He stinks, he's flawed But he's a memory from the yore When time's to go His ticks be remembered at the kennel I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller Is this the time the vet he'll see? Is that the DEATH OF MUTTS with fleas? Is it time to go embark Dog Heaven's chase of automobiles? I don't wanna yet make him a backyard fill Just tell the canine "sod off" Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof Woof, woof, woof, woof I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now Still I am stuck with ol' Yeller I'm stuck (stuck) with ol' Yeller now And I will keep that ol' mongrel! © Peter Andersson 2008
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