Dogs Meeting

The dogs, they had a meeting.
They came from near and far.
And some came in by taxi
And some came in by car.

They went into the meetinghouse
And signed the visitor's book
And each one, and each one
And each one, and each one
Hung his asshole upon the nearest hook.

One dog was not invited
Which caused him great ire.
He stood outside the meetinghouse
And boldly shouted, "fire."

The dogs got all excited
They didn't stop to look
And each one, and each one
And each one, and each one
Grabbed an asshole from off the nearest hook.

Now this then is my story
And it is very sore
To wear some other's asshole
You've never worn before

And that is why when dogs meet
On land or sea or shore
Each one sniffs the, each one sniffs the
Each one sniffs the, each one sniffs
The other's asshole in hopes it is his own.

sung by John and Tony
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