Sammy The Dog Has Learned To Play Trombone Lyrics

The newspapers wrote him up, now his name's on everybody's lips rs. Culpepper's dog's a big band enthusiast He's a pedigree with a minor key He's a canine with a C sharp nine Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone He starts blowing at midnight, wakes up the whole neighborhood He's worse than a cat fight, but no one minds 'cause he sounds so good He won't fetch a stick or lick your hand He loves Spike Jones and Dixieland Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone Call the National Enquirer... they'll pay cash for an interview Call up Johnny Carson... Oprah Winfrey just won't do In L.A. and London, the critics are all falling down The next great pop superstar's a two foot tall basset hound He's a drop out from pet school Now he's top dog where the cats are cool Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone He's got a wirehair terrier meets him at the backstage door He loves champagne and heroin...it's not a dog's life anymore He's on the cover of Rolling Stone He's got movie offers on the phone Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone