posted 01-06-2004 07:56 AM            

I'm a tiny dog named Dixie
I have small feet which pitter patter on the Linoleum floor
You can hear my toenails in the middle of the night.

My tag says I belong to the Johnsons but they don't own me they just feed me they just bought me one day

No one owns me I am Dixie the Tiny dog.

And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun and I hear young children call me a weiner dog-perhaps thats what I am-the dramatic tern is daschund and I like that

I'm thin and I'm proud, no one can make fun of me.
I can slip throught the bars of a prison if I were ever incarcerated but I don't know what I would do wrong-my body yields no evil inclination.
I'm a pure weiner dog.
My name is Dixie and I go dancing cross the floor in the evening of the Johnsons when everyone is sleeping, sometimes I look for a morsel of food but they are so clean, they are almost anal retentive in their cleanliness habit and there is nothing for me. But I don't despair because I know tomorrow my gaines burger will be there and they will unwrap the plastic from them and feed me this succulent dish and I will eat and oh I've watched the German shepherds with their long necks, thier graceful necks dipping inot the toliet to drink whenever they want to have a drink of cool water in that well but I must plead, I must beg I must whine for Mr. Johnson to put out my bowl or one of the Johnson boys to refill it after I drink it because I am Dixie the dog and I like water.

And in the middle of night you can see me dancing a small Fred Astaire tap dance with my little toenails they go click click click against the linoleum and I run down the hall and I slide and the back of me goes in front of me-slowly

I'm long and I'm thin
I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like it.

posted 11-08-2006 02:30 PM            

the dramatic tern is daschund and I like that

is actually:

the Germanic term is dachshund and I like that

Thanks!

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Originally posted by hwoman:
Here are the lyrics for Dixie

I'm a tiny dog named Dixie
I have small feet which pitter patter on the Linoleum floor
You can hear my toenails in the middle of the night.

My tag says I belong to the Johnsons but they don't own me they just feed me they just bought me one day

No one owns me I am Dixie the Tiny dog.

And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun and I hear young children call me a weiner dog-perhaps thats what I am-the dramatic tern is daschund and I like that

I'm thin and I'm proud, no one can make fun of me.
I can slip throught the bars of a prison if I were ever incarcerated but I don't know what I would do wrong-my body yields no evil inclination.
I'm a pure weiner dog.
My name is Dixie and I go dancing cross the floor in the evening of the Johnsons when everyone is sleeping, sometimes I look for a morsel of food but they are so clean, they are almost anal retentive in their cleanliness habit and there is nothing for me. But I don't despair because I know tomorrow my gaines burger will be there and they will unwrap the plastic from them and feed me this succulent dish and I will eat and oh I've watched the German shepherds with their long necks, thier graceful necks dipping inot the toliet to drink whenever they want to have a drink of cool water in that well but I must plead, I must beg I must whine for Mr. Johnson to put out my bowl or one of the Johnson boys to refill it after I drink it because I am Dixie the dog and I like water.

And in the middle of night you can see me dancing a small Fred Astaire tap dance with my little toenails they go click click click against the linoleum and I run down the hall and I slide and the back of me goes in front of me-slowly

I'm long and I'm thin
I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like it.

Sorry I didn't get these to you sooner!

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