Please be understanding and careful with this.
It’s a rough sketch of a performance, needless to say with no artificial intelligence involved. There are a few stumbles and buzzes, but to be honest it’s likely I’ll never sing this song again.
Also, the song will be upsetting for anyone who’s either lost a pet or maybe even who has a dog (or possibly, a very advanced cat) and knows that, as the song says, they are likely to go first.
My Best Temporary Friend
Lost balls rolled under settees
Getting them is just too tough for me
You could be hard to control
I’m still scraping scraps into your bowl
Keeping you fed
Patting your head…
Every dog should have its day
I’m just happy that you stayed
For very nearly 15 years
Even the postman was in tears
Despite your tendency to chew
A delivery or two
My best temporary friend
Always first to reach the end
When all is done and all is said
My dog’s dead
Nothing wakes me up now for a walk
I don’t pretend that you can talk
Beaches too empty, fields lack sheep
Can’t hear you barking in your sleep
In your dreams, where did you go?
I’ll never know
My best temporary friend
Always first to reach the end
When all is done and all is said
My dog’s dead
You fought the good fight now and then
That pit bull never growled again
Your toilet habits were discreet
You loved every child you’d meet
They could pull your tail and ears
Without fear
My heart is sore, I can’t repair it
My dog’s dead and I can’t bear it
But life goes on and that’s a fact
The little bastard won’t come back
He’s gone somewhere up ahead
My dog’s dead
My best temporary friend
Always first to reach the end
When all is done and all is said …
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