And kept on chewing
Ate cigarette butts, tobacco bark
And coffee granules
Till he were the yellowest dog
That look in his eye, more glazed
Than treacle on icecream
He’d shat out all his meanness
He was your doggy dog now
We put make-up on him
Lilac and blue velvet facepaint
Till he were some garish slut
Those that did not want a piece of him
Wanted a piece out of him
Talk of the town
That painted dog
