Oh Snickers Dear, I hear my muzzer callin'
From far away, down in the desert sand
She calls me home, to help her with the packing
So we can move, and live near to Graceland
But you are there, in cold and frozen Ioway
And I would stay, with you a little while
So do not bark, and wake up good old Butchy
I'll wait and snooze, til dawn lights up the land.
And then I'll go, and help her with the paaaacking
And you must stay, and help here with the koi
But we will know, when fall comes to this land again
That I'll be closer and I'll be your boy.