I was born in the saddle, I was born in a hospital bed

I was born with a big bowl of macaroni stuck up in my head

That'll happen if you watch TV, just take a little gander at me

I got a dog, I had a cat, my other cat died with a crystal in his nuts

We drank beer, it was the only thing to drink around here

Said a few words, he was a good cat, and he went too soon

We buried him under the moon

We buried him under the moon

And it's high time to take myself on home

Well, my old dog sang along to the song of a blues harp in the basement of my house

And now Daisygirl runs away, but she's got a really pretty face

And I love her more than anyone I ever loved before