In The Spirit Of Beauregard

Loving man's best friend

Loving him until the very end

Taking just one swim upstream

The end of an american dream

As if you're not to go, oh no

Again I pick a little talk a little more than you

Everybody knows were fixing up a dark black hole

And turning back into a dog

In the spitif of Beauregard

We buried him

Behind the river bank of his final swim

We through him up upon a cross

Dead, alive, whatever he's not

As if you're not to go, oh no

Again I pick a little talk a little more than you