As I was walking home the other night
Walking past the alley with the flash of the scarlet neon light
A rolls royce pulled up to me a woman said
Sonny have you seem a silver poodle with a ribbon on his head
I thought to myself man she's joking
In this part of towm
A poodle could wind up at Burger King
But she looked serious and so I
Said that I thought that I might have
Cuz I was delerious in dire need
Of any old bills that she might have
She opened the door and said to come in
Offered me a drink and some funny looking powder from her stash
I told her no thanks my mother told me
Don't except a thing from a stranger unless its check or cash
She said who are you not to surrender
A poor kid like you aught to be thankful just being alive
Then she layed down in the back seat and pulled me into her body heat
And I thought man this is my lucky day
That was until I thought I heard her say
Funky Funky Funky poodle
After a while she looked up in a state of shock
Whispered in my ear that she was sorry about the length of my stay
I told her I wasn't going anywhere
Not at least until you compensate for this unjust depravity
What happened here its heard to remember
The next thing I knew
I lay face down in the street all alone
And I hear the pitter pat of little feet
That make their way right over me
The door closed I looked they sped away
She was sitting in the backseat with a little gray
Funky Funky Funky poodle
