Patty Wright's Crazy Life
(to the tune of Tim Finnegan's Wake)

Patrick Wright was a crazy man,
He kept four ferrets in his bed.
He'd feed them Prozac night and morn',
And when they died, he'd have new ones born.
Now Pat had a bit of a clowny way,
With a love of the ferret, Pat was born,
And to help him on with his work each day,
He'd a "pet" with his ferrets every morn'!

Whack for your ferret,
Dance to your Prozac,
Hit your ferrets on the floor.
Why don't ya go now, have some fun?
Play with your ferrets one time more.

Now one day the cops got a lead,
to where a guy was keeping pets
that were not legal for to breed,
That is correct, it's our friend Pat.
Now Pat, he loved his pets.
He would do anything for them.
So on the coppers, he pulled a knife, and now's got ten years in the pen.

Whack for your ferret,
Dance to your Prozac,
Hit your ferrets on the floor.
Why don't ya go now, have some fun?
Play with your ferrets one time more.

Our Patty, he was feelin' bad,

About the way he treated the cops.
He told the other inmates how he was sad,
Now let's just say they're hurtin' his chops!
His ferrets, well they're farin' well.
They're living in Berlin.
They're glad to be away from that raging hell,
And living on free gin.

Whack for your ferret,
Dance to your Prozac,
Hit your ferrets on the floor.
Why don't ya go now, have some fun?
Play with your ferrets one time more.

~Barky