Dead Milkmen Depression Day Dinner Lyrics

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 ? 



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