Paroles de Dig Doug

On account, on account On account, on account On account of the onslaught Of the beams eclipsed by tufts of white I propose we should go on a ride Where my sight and smell go wild The park, the park! Or the other park! I am quite fond of the other park! Go retrieve the leash I always nibble on Met with equal parts frustration And a sigh of disarmament I'm just so darn cute when I do it When will I find the friend Who went in this spot first? When will I finally meet you? When will I find the friend Who went in this spot first? When will I finally meet you? When will I find the friend Who went in this spot first? When will I finally meet you? When will I have to go home? The edges of the day have smeared And I will wait here