Dogshit Blues

spoken..."There's a little village near Doncaster in South Yorkshire called Denaby Main, and in Denaby there's thousands of dogs, probably too many, 'cause they always hungry.  Anyway, at night time, the hungry dogs get into people's dustbins and eat as much as much rubbish as they can get until they're full and then...when they've had a little rest of course, they relieve thissen's...all over the place, ha-hmm.  So, I thought I'd write this song and here it is, it's called the Denaby Dogshit Blues..."

I woke up this morning and I got out of bed

I opened the window to clear my head

I opened my eyes and what did I see

A steaming dog turd staring at me!

I've got the dogshit blues

I got some on my shoes

Well they can't be beat

I've got some on my feet

I can't get away from the Denaby Dogshit Blues

I got up again to get me a drink

And when I sniffed up there was a terrible stink

I opened the door and guess what I saw

Dogshit lying all over me floor!

I've got the dogshit blues

Well I've got them on my shoes

You know they can't be beat

I've got some on my feet

I can't get away from the Denaby Dogshit Blues

Well ever since I was born

I've had dogshit on my lawn

One day I tried to plant a tree

But the dogs came around and they shit all over me.

Dogshit, dogshit blues, we've got the...whoooo

I got up again just to try my luck

And when I looked out I thought "Oh f...dear"

The Denaby dogs were nowhere in sight

And our back yard was covered in shite.

I've got the dogshit blues

Well I've got them on my shoes

Oh they can't be beat

I've got dogshit on my feet

I can't get away from the Denaby Dogshit Blues.

Oh yeah one more time...

I've got the dogshit blues

Well I've got them on my shoes

Oh yeah they can't be beat

I've got some on my feet

Oh you can do anything but lay off my dogshit shoes.

(I said "sit" dog, not "shit")

Ohhhhhhhhh...dogshit, dogshit blues

I've got the dogshit, dogshit blues

Got the dogshit, dogshit blues

Got the dogshit, dogshit blues

Oh you can do anything but lay off my dogshit shoes.

Weeelllll...I got the dogshit, dogshit blues,  whooooo...

Dogshit, dogshit blues

Got the dogshit, dogshit blues

Got the dogshit, dogshit blues

Oh you can do anything but lay off my dogshit shoes.

repeat to fade...

Words and music by Martin John Burton.  Published by Prism Music/Second Attempt Music.  1986.