The Dog Song

作曲 : Stephen Sondheim

作词 : Stephen Sondheim

If the head was smaller

If the tail were longer

If he faced the water

If the paws were hidden

If the neck was darker

If the back was curved

More like the parasol

Bumbum bum bumbumbum

Bumbum bum...

More shade

More tail

More grass

Would you like some more grass?

Mmmm...

Ruff! Ruff!

Thanks, the week has been rough

When you're stuck for life on a garbage scow

Only forty feet long from stern to prow

And the crackpot in the bow-wow, rough

The planks are rough

And the wind is rough

And the master's drunk and mean and

Gruff! Gruff!

With the fish and scum

And planks and ballast

The nose gets numb

And the paws get callused

And with splinters in your ass

You look forward to the grass

On Sunday

The day off

Off! Off! Off!

Off!

The grass needs to be thicker. Perhaps a few weeds. With some ants, if you would. I love fresh ants.

Roaming around on Sunday

Poking among the roots and rocks

Nose to the ground on Sunday

Studying all the shoes and socks

Everything's worth it Sunday

The day off

Bits of pastry

Piece of chicken

There's a handkerchief

That somebody was sick in

There's a thistle

That's a shallot

That's a dripping

From the loony with the palette

Yap! Yap!

Yap!

Out for the day on Sunday

Off my lady's lap at last

Yapping away on Sunday

Helps you forget the week just past

Everything's worth it Sunday

The day off

Yep!

Stuck all week on a lady's lap

Nothing to do but yawn and nap

Can you blame me if I yap?

Nope.

There's just so much attention a dog can take.

Being alone on Sunday

Rolling around in mud and dirt

Begging a bone on Sunday

Settling for a spoiled dessert

Everything's worth it

Sunday

The day off

Something fuzzy

Something furry

Something pink

That someone tore off in a hurry

What's the muddle

In the middle?

That's the puddle

Where the poodle

Did the piddle