Mcgrupp And The Watchful Hosemasters

Mcgrupp And The Watchful Hosemasters Lyrics

I've alternated my meager flock

To the shores of the Baltic Sea

The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme

Of how things should be


My cave, my house, my turning wheel

My little docking pup

The march of Colonel Forbin

And his fleet hound called McGrupp


The grime of countless workdogs

Has collected in my sink

I tie my nose with spandex hose

Before I get a drink


While on frozen warthogs

With its poison in our minds

The ferns that spot our children

Are encased in orange rinds


All times and seasons are the reasons

That people and their clans

Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird

With glue and rubber bands


They writhe and cry in agony

As Rutherford the Brave

Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster

Managing to save


The spotted striper's multi-beast

And there by cheat his grave

I'd like to get his autograph

But he looks too much like Dave