

He’s thinking impaired
He’s always scratching an itch
He’s clumsy and shy
A really nice guy
Your favorite son of a bitch
He’s sweet and a punk
He fits in your trunk
And needs a punch in the face

He sleeps on your bed
Sheds on your head
To every owner’s disgrace
Floyd-o, Floyd-o
Makes me so annoyed-o
Floyd-o Floyd-o
No one knows he’s gay
Nobody knows he’s gay
He hopes to keep it this way

His secret is that he’s gay
You’ll love him anyway
Floyd-o!
New, from The Pound.




2 comments:
I really miss Floyd. He was the best dog in the entire world.
I know, me too. You know it's been over a year since we gave him away?
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