Dingo Was My Friend is a circle of life song that even my cowbell player can understand. Thank you Sister and Father.
Lyrics now available.
Dingo came late one night
He was looking for a hide
Spared a piece for that dog
And I threw it outside
Well Dingo came round the next night
And he was looking for more than scraps
Get away from here Dingo
On someone else’s door you must rap
Dingo was my friend
Dingo ate all my clothes
He was good
He was good
Well I gave him all I could
But it wasn’t enough
I gave him dinner, and snacks
Gave him and a continental brunch
Dingo came again, howling
Lingering on my porch
Dingo bit the screen door down
And he came right through the door
Dingo you’re my friend
Dingo I’m all you know
You’re so good
You’re so good
He was looking for blood to satiate
His iron canine tounge
I was looking for my gun
I was looking to run
I caught the dingo in my sights
And I was gonna shoot him
I fingered the trigger
But I just couldn’t do em
Dingo was my friend
Dingo you woulnd’t kill
Be good
Be good
Dingo go away from my door
Dingo get off my leg
You’re no good
You’re no good
Dingo get away from that door
Dingo get off my head
You’re no gooda
You’re no good
Well late last night
Dingo buried my skull
In the orange clay mud
He slobbered over my femur
And my red foreign rug
All I want to know Dingo
My mind’s quizzical sum
Is who’s gonna light your fire
When the wintertime comes
Dingo ate my body
Dingo ate my head
He’s no good
He’s no good
He’s no good
He’s no good
