Paroles:
Grateful Dead Walking The Dog

she can't sew Walking the dog, I'm just a walking the dog If you don't know how to do it, I'll show you how to walk that dog Mary, Mary, quite contrary

she can't sew Walking the dog, I'm just a walking the dog If you don't know how to do it, I'll show you how to walk that dog Mary, Mary, quite contrary

about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead

drop him under the bed and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs Walk

', you fake bitch I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that

', you fake bitch I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that

him under the bed, and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs Walk