As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure, I passed by the pet shop as I made my way, I spied a young dachshund, I would have walked onward, But deep in my heart I could hear a voice say. Whoop-i-tee I O, git a long little doggy, A poor young dachshund and give him a home, Whoop-i-tee I O, you don't want them corgies, Git a long little doggy, and give him a bone. Oooooooh I looked at that long-wheelbased dog in the window, I heard that mysterious voice in my ear, "Forget them alsatians and setters and wolfhounds," It said, "You don't need all them big bastards dear." Whoop-i-tee I O, git a long little doggy, A poor young dachshund and take him back home, Whoop-i-tee I O, you don't want them corgies, Git a long little doggy, and give him a bone. Oooooooh You need a pal what has plenty of headroom, A friend with a tail away from its nose, I walked down the shop, and I did as requested, Said clearly, and firmly, "I'll have one of those." Whoop-i-tee I O, git a long little doggy, A poor young dachshund and take him back home, Whoop-i-tee I O, you don't want them corgies, Git a long little doggy, and give him a bone. Whoop-i-tee I O, git a long little doggy, A poor young dachshund and take him back home, Whoop-i-tee I O, you don't want them corgies, Git a long little doggy, and give him a bone. Oooooooh, Oooooooooh, Arf! The Ooooooooh and Arf bits are my not-too-brilliant representation of JT's performance, you'd have to hear it to get the flavour.
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