The Dead Milkmen - Depression Day Dinner lyrics

Barfy was a fine pet

He fetched stick and played dead

Every day he'd get fed

And he'd bring home the paper for Dad, GOODBYE!

But all the neighbors liked Barfy

Cause he was good with the kids

But at night he'd make a racket

Knocking down trash can lids

Mother looked in the cupboard

And saw that it was bare

She went to get the food stamps

But there were no food stamps there

The family butcher keeps a secret

That he will never tell

It's about our pet dog Barfy

Which he did chop to hell!

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Pass the refried beans

And pass the mashed rice cakes

And pass the buttered noodles

And don't forget the Barfy steaks

Now our problems are leviated

We'll never be short a meal

We had our dog USDA graded

It's right next to the veal

We think we'll get another dog

But this one will be your bread

And make sure all this meat

Is tender, lean, and red!

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Whoa!

Barfy buffet

You tasted good

I say now Barfy buffet

Just like a good dog should!

You know the pain

That's in my heart

Just goes to show

You're not very smart!

Who needs food

When you've got a dog(x2)

You can eat like a hog!

I say now Barfy buffer

You tasted good

Hello Barfy buffet

Just like a young dog should!

Play backwards!

I say now Barfy buffer

You tasted good

Barfy buffet

Just like a young dog should!

Stew or ?

(Chorus)