Dead Milkmen - Depression Day Dinner Lyrics
Barfy was a fine petHe fetched stick and played deadEvery day he'd get fedAnd he'd bring home the paper for Dad, GOODBYE!But all the neighbors liked BarfyCause he was good with the kidsBut at night he'd make a racketKnocking down trash can lidsMother looked in the cupboardAnd saw that it was bareShe went to get the food stampsBut there were no food stamps thereThe family butcher keeps a secretThat he will never tellIt's about our pet dog BarfyWhich he did chop to hell!(Chorus)Pass the refried beansAnd pass the mashed rice cakesAnd pass the buttered noodlesAnd don't forget the Barfy steaksNow our problems are leviatedWe'll never be short a mealWe had our dog USDA gradedIt's right next to the vealWe think we'll get another dogBut this one will be your breadAnd make sure all this meatIs tender, lean, and red!(Chorus)Whoa!Barfy buffetYou tasted goodI say now Barfy buffetJust like a good dog should!You know the painThat's in my heartJust goes to showYou're not very smart!Who needs foodWhen you've got a dog(x2)You can eat like a hog!I say now Barfy bufferYou tasted goodHello Barfy buffetJust like a young dog should!Play backwards!I say now Barfy bufferYou tasted goodBarfy buffetJust like a young dog should!Stew or ?(Chorus)
