Henry Thomas - The Lovin' Spoonful

My cat dragged it

Through the door one fine morn

On its back ears hung

Forty pounds of feet and tongue.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in.

Can’t fight, won’t bite

Has bugs, eats rugs

Smells flowers, sleeps hours

Growing like a dinosaur.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in.

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in

Ooh wee, my dear Henry

Dig the dog the cat dragged in.