A Dog Called Man

When I saw myself, standin' next to me,

I couldn't help but see the similarity

Had faded like somebody's

Two-week-vacation-summer-tan.

One had a problem,

And one had a dog he called man.

When the king came down

To the truck-stop-town,

There was a big parade,

It was a big let-down.

We thought that an answer

Was there in his un-calloused hand.

We had a problem,

He left us a dog he called man.

Meanwhile outside,

No one walked alone at night.

The missionaries left on ferries,

' Bound for foreign sanctuaries.

One held a sign that said,

" Its Time

To Forget Your Problems

And Find Food For That Dog Called Man ."

It was a giant dog,

Almost forty feet,

As the day went on

We knew it had to eat.

We offered our lemons,

We offered our tasty home-made pies.

The dog ate religion with soda and large-order-fries.