Does Your Dog Own A Skateboard?

Does your dog own a skateboard?

Does he own a bowling ball?

I hear him in the kitchen,

I hear him in the hall.

I just have to stop and wonder

At the wonder of it all!

Does your dog own a skateboard?

Does he own a bowling ball?

Does your dog play soccer?

Or maybe basketball?

I can feel the windows rattle

I can feel it through the wall

I just have to stop and wonder

At the wonder of it all!

Does your dog own a skateboard?

Does he own a bowling ball?

Does your dog have a cricket bat?

A cricket rubber ball?

I hear him through the ceiling,

See a bit of plaster fall.

I just have to stop and wonder

At the wonder of it all!

Does your dog own a skateboard?

Does he own a bowling ball?

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The material posted on this site is original and copyrighted. The songs are registered with BMI. Lyrics And Songs Please note that these lyrics are Copyrighted and the completed songs are registered with BMI. Lonesome Evening Wind When The Storm Finally Came Our Song Will Be New Memories And Mist L et The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Zombie Stare Vampire Mist Does Your Cat Play The Fiddle? Does Your Dog Own A skateboard? Please feel free to contact me about use or collaboration at mythinkpiece.com@gmail.com . At this time, Our Song Will Be New, Vampire Mist, When the Storm Finally Came, and Memories And Mist still lack completed melodies to my liking. Some degree of partnership or collaboration is still possible at this time, with everyone being agreeable. I present the lyrics for collaboration. I have tunes in my head and recordings of them, but If someone can show me something better, then I would be interested in talking. Recordings presented here are rough around th

Chronicles of Me: Let The River Wash Me, and the Stories Behind It!

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Chronicles Of Me: When it Rains at the Rains County Fair

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