Lyrics The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Puppy Dog Snails

He climbed the tallest spire

To see what he could see

Far across the town, they came

One hundred and one and thick as a plank

Onto the teeth and ugly as sin

He called across the town 'Here they come!'

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

He met them in the meadow

He fought them them tooth and nail

They tried to take him back but they failed

The boy was from the mountain

Made of solid stone

They tried but were defeated

He can't be overthrown

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

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Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?

What do we do with a bucket of snails?

What do we do with a boy like you?

We put them in a pot and we throw them on the fire!

What do we do with a puppy dogs tails?