Was two dogs, lived on the hill,
One named Satch, other named Will.
Will ate garbage, Satch would shit,
When you give 'em some bones they always sit.
We went for a walk in the Golden Gate Park,
Just the dogs and me and some Cutty Sark.
Will barked at a rabbit and Satch had him a run,
Myself I just lay there in the hot summer sun.
I started gettin drunk and Satch got fed,
Willie put a humpin on Satchmo's head.
Will liked to hump old Satch, don't matter where he goes -
So I rolled up a joint and blew some smoke up Willie's nose.
Willie started getting hungry cause the smoke had got him baked,
So he jumped up on the picnic table and ate himself a steak.
He ate the fruit, bread and burittos,
some cake, some bagels and some fritos.
When he was done, the bench was bare
with empty wrappers everywhere -
So Willie poured himself some beer
and we three proceeded out of there.
We walked up to the polo grounds,
Where topless girls lay all around
Satch got some to play some ball,
And Willie came when I would call.
There were girls all around, where the park smelled fresh and earthy-
Some was skinny, some was tall, some was short and others girthy.
Some were sleeping, some were reading, some were getting fed -
A blond one with nice assets was scratching Satch's head.
I walked on over to her and offered her some scotch,
But she saw I was a horndog and she kicked me in the crotch.
Then her friends walked towards me, with their boobs all in the sun
And I didn't know if I should stay or should I turn and run?
But they were instantly upon me and they tore off all my clothes
Then they kissed my body up and down and even sucked my nose.
There was seventeen of them in all and I serviced everyone,
We was just a big tan heap of flesh, procreating in the sun,
Then I looked over a brunette's shoulder and saw the Willie beast
Over by their picnic bench, having him a feast.
He ate their veggies and their toast,
Their leg of lamb and round of roast -
He ate their spam and leg of frog
Then one girl screamed, "Control your dog!"
By then their food was all but gone.
Them dogs and me kept movin on.
We walked up to the meadows where all the hippies play.
The homeless and the runaways, they congregate there every day.
Those hippies roasted tofu veggie skewers on a stick,
And Satch was getting petted by a pretty hippie chick.
I sat down and had some scotch while Willie sniffed the air,
That hippie girl ran her fingers through her golden flowing hair.
We walked up to the place and lake where all the tourists go,
Chinese, Japanese and Germans - some I didn't know.
There were lovers kissing on the dell and yuppies jogging round the
lake,
Old folks at the Prayer Book Cross, praying god their souls to
take.
Then Willie looked up at me and shook his big old Willie head,
Satch lay down, became so still, I thought that dog of mine was
dead.
Sun was glittering high upon the expo band shell dome
Satch looked up and asked if we could get our asses home.
Behind the sky was turning dark and it was getting late.
So we cruised out of the park and left that golden gate.
The shadows fall upon the path
that every good dog roams.
Happy us with places that
we go to call our homes.
Happy more the dog that kicks
with topless girls and hippie chicks
and all the barbecue they ate
That time they went to Golden Gate.
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