William Shatner's Dog

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

Sayin 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 happend 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 forgeting you