I’m waiting… In this cold cell
When the bell begins to chime
Reflecting, on my clackers
And I haven’t got much time
At 8 o’clock they’ll take take me to the gallows pole
the sands of time for my balls are running low…
They’re hanging low…
When the vet comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars to see the last sights
Of a line of dogs that are going before me
Can it be that there’s some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming
The words escape me when I try to speak
Tears flow, but why am I crying
After all I’m not afraid of dying
But the thought of life without my brovaries?
As the vets march me out to the table
With my bojangles gone no longer able
To flaunt them in front of dogs that are behind me
Out in the the van Titus is smirking
In Dad’s lap Marco is lurking
Charlie and Claire rejoicing that they are free…
My brown eyes no longer starry
And though the end is near I’m not sorry
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
I’ve spread my seed both far and wide
Even though Dad tries to keep me inside
But now my clementines will soon be gone…
Now the needle is approaching
And with a cone I’ll soon be coping
And a loss of weight will be felt behind me
A line of stitches down my trigger
Prompting Titus to hide his snigger
Although he’s suffered to the same degree…
