The Lovin' Spoonful - Henry Thomas | Текст песни

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• The Lovin' Spoonful
• Henry Thomas

My cat dragged it
Through the door one fine morn
On its back ears hung
Forty pounds of feet and tongue.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in
Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in.

Can't fight, won't bite
Has bugs, eats rugs
Smells flowers, sleeps hours
Growing like a dinosaur.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in
Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in
Ooh wee, my dear Henry
Dig the dog the cat dragged in.