I've got a spot in my heart
for my faithful hound, Old Curd.
Old Curd, many's the hours we spent
together in easy camaraderie.
I never felt the need to talk,
you never barked at me.
Old Cur, Old Cur
I've got a place in my heart
for that loyal beast
Old Cur, Old Cur
You've got no best of
breed blue ribbon
Don't fancy or say you're a fool
Because you are a dropout
from their old obedience school
Old Cur
Old Cur
They say you're a mutt
But your sire was a giant Nottingham print
Your dam was a toy passive blue
And though you're kind
of a mixed -up beast
You've got good blood in you
Oh, you're no kind
of watchdog, old girl
You're no trick dog, bird dog,
sheep or sled dog
You're just a plain old sleep
at the foot of the bed, dog
You can't fetch, sit, heel,
speak, roll over, flush or mush
An d the only command you
understand is stay
You've been here seven years,
a week ago today
You know you ain't supposed
to be on the bed, old buddy
Sometimes when I contemplate
the state of things,
curse and fate
It's then you lick my hand
an d how well I appreciate
It doesn't take a bell to
make you salivate
Fetch me a tissue, Cur
There's a room in my heart
for my faithful friend, old Cur
Old Cur, you bring a creature comfort
To computerized soci ety
You are the only living thing
Who has a need for me
Old Cur
Old Cur