Walking My Gargoyle - The Gothic Archies

Regal and royal, we walk down the street

A spring in our feet, whistling a tune

Hey there, little moon, how’s Mr. Sun?

I meet everyone, walking my gargoyle

Loving and loyal, he’s my best friend

Folks can’t comprehend the fact that he talks

Vultures and hawks turn white as doves

'Cause everyone loves my little gargoyle

I found him on a church

He helps with my research

People recoil when they see me Obviously, I’m pretty extreme

Most people scream most of the time

But always when I’m walking my gargoyle

Puddles may boil when we go by

My gargoyle and I, happy again

Beautiful men?

Yes, without fail

I’m wagging my tails walking my gargoyle

Wagging my tails walking my gargoyle