The Tale of the Dogs

Well the dogs they had a meetin'
And they came from near and far
Some came by automobile - and i'll be damned if some didn't come by car

Before they could go in
or even take a look.
They had to take their asshole off and hang it on a hook

When they were all nicely seated
Every mother, son and sire
Some dirty son of a doberman pincher came in and hollered "Fire!"

Well they all ran out in bunches
Not even thinking to take a look.
They just grabbed any old asshole, hangin' on any ol' hook

And as might be expected
These dogs were mighty sore
Because they were wearin' an asshole that they'd never wore before

So when you see two dogs
out on the street alone
they'll smell each other's asshole
and hope to find his own.