B I N G O

I caught me a Dingo I named that dog Bingo He was no more than three He watched o'er my nippers And fetched me my slippers What a good dog was he One day while out walking I heard people talking They were talking 'bout we "Look at you and that dog" "That cur smells like a hog" "You should set that mutt free" "Since you've more than one child" "And him raised in the wild" "It's not safe can't you see" With their hearts full of lead They then shot Bingo dead Said "God meant it to be" "Now you can just shoo" "Before we shoot you too" "Hang you high from this tree" Defiled, I left wriggling They smiled and left giggling Guess the joke was on me So later on that night I grabbed gas can and light To set Bingo's soul free I crept up like a mouse And I torched their damned house Then danced 'round it with glee Through dead flames and flashes I gathered their ashes And cast all out to sea Now I take it with pride That he sits by God's side And chases his Frisbee