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That cranky old mongrel hound
cooped up down the alley;
he ain't got no teeth no more
but he still knows how to snarl.
He gets them young pups all worked up,
with one well-placed throaty growl.

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Poor me

I met a man who told me
that he's looking for the way
he might become more free,
less encumbered in his life.

Poor me, poor me, poor me;
He wailed and whined away.

He spoke of many woes
how hard he works each day;
his waking hours filled with
ire, fear and deep resentment.

Poor me, poor me, poor me;
He wailed and whined away.

I then related my good fortune
I had been opened up to joy.
How quick he was to dampen
the satisfaction I'd been feeling.

Poor me, poor me, poor me;
he wailed and whined away.

Did I mention he's the man
who's possessed with the answers;
reciting gospel word for word
from his precious sacred texts.

Poor me, poor me, poor me;
he wailed and whined away.