William Shatner's Dog Lyrics - Singles - Stephen Fretwell

I walk by the water and 

Head for your house 

Though I know that you'll be out 

In some dirty city bar 

I stand on your street 

And I stare at your room 

And the shadows play and move 

And your brother comes out with a bat 

Saying that 

You might be with your sister in Paris 

On the Rue Turnau 

Wearing Marline Dietrich glasses 

Where we made that bet 

That bet I knew you'd win for sure 

When you where sick on the floor 

The calico's ripped 

Beneath the patch 

It's an itch I can never scratch 

Now it's so far gone in the past 

The fines I'm 

Having trouble to contest 

With the library book you kept 

The one that sent your head so far west 

Far, far away 

In those continental cities 

Where they get in a race 

To see who can build the tallest buildings 

Where you went for some space 

And wound up 

With a slightly redder face 

And a pain in your gut 

I turn on the TV 

And I see there your face 

And in it is not one trace 

Of that old brown bowl of lace 

And that bowl of lace 

Is sat beside the gas bar fire 

Where you probably laid 

Eating ice cream chocolate lollies 

That your mother brought home 

From the freezer store 

On the Old Kent Road 

She too had enough 

And that look on your face 

That you'd throw across the dinner table 

In the middle of grace 

Your fathers eyes closed shut tight 

And it happened like that 

Every damn night 

That I had to come 

To your house 

Well, tell Charles O'Keefe 

That I don't want to go to Paris 

It's sunnier here 

And I'm happy in this loveless marriage 

With the girl from the Pru 

And your father and your sister 

And your mother too 

And not forgetting you