I've been singing this song for over fifteen years now, and the following is a faithful transcription of a recording of Eric, made at a folk club in the early nineties:-

LITTLE GOMEZ
(Eric Bogle)

I used to have a doggie and I called him little Gomez
'cause you see, he was a Mexican Chihuahua
There wasn't much of him but what there was all cojones
He really was a randy little fella
Big dogs, small dogs, it mattered not to him
The canine equivalent of Errol Flynn
At the drop of a sombrero he'd jump up and get stuck in
Taking Gomez out for walkies was embarassin'

I remember one day in the park his tally rose by four
An enviable score he was amassing,
Two mazy hazy poodles and a vagrant Labrador
And a wombat who just happened to be passing
I tried everything to curb his carnal appetite
I kept him on a leash all day, and locked him up at night
I even put some bromide in his chunky meaty bites
But the only thing that might have worked was Kryptonite

Then came the fateful day when he tried to consummate
A liaison with a bloodhound, name of Blodwen
Although he knew that he was fighting well above his weight
He wouldn't let that minor detail stop him
He nearly pulled it off, oh, what an acrobat!
But Blodwen got bored and down she sat
Well, they say that after making love you often feel quite flat
I'm sure that little Gomez would agree with that

I buried Gomez in the park, his happy hunting ground
A sad but fitting finale
I had to dig a grave that was rather wide and round
'Cause he looked like squashed tamale
But I sorely missed my wee Chihuahua chum
I went down to the pet shop to buy another one
I went there feeling happy, but I left there feeling glum
Because the man in the petshop loved corny puns

And he said

"Yes, we have no Chihuahuas, we have no Chihuahuas today
We've Alsatians, Dalmatians, the fruit of a flirtation,
Twixt a halfpint Pekinese and a toupee-hey-hey
But yes, we have no Chihuahuas
We have no Chihuahuas today"


That is the version I have always used, direct from the man himself.
Don T.