Little Gomez

Oh, I used to have a doggie and I called him little Gomez

Because he was a Mexican Chihuahua

Though there wasn't much to him what there was all cojones

In fact he was a randy little fella big dogs, small dogs were all the same 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 very patient poodles and an Irish Labrador

And a wombat who just happened to be passing

I tried every way to curb his carnal appetite

I kept him on a leash by day, I 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 Saint Bernard from Dublin

And although he was quite clearly fighting well above his weight

He didn't let that minor detail stop him

He nearly pulled it off, oh, what an acrobat!

But the bitch got bored and down she sat

Well, they say that after making love you sometimes 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

Though I had to make a grave that was very flat and round

'Cause he looked like squashed tamale

But oh, how I missed my wee Chihuahua chum

I went down to the pet shop to find another one

I went there feeling happy, but I left there feeling glum

Because the man behind the counter loved corny puns

And he said "Yes, we have no Chihuahuas we have no Chihuahuas today

We have Alstations, Dalmatians, fruits of all flirtations,

An alpine Pekinese in a toupee

But yes, we have no Chihuahuas we have no Chihuahuas today"