Sandy Songtext
von Aileen Quinn

He smells
What′s his name, Annie?
Guess
Uh, Fifi?
That ain't a name for this mutt
So how about Champion Champion you′re anything but!
We could call him Tiger
But there's no bite in him
Tiger, kittens would frighten him
Rover, why don't ya think it over (Shh!)
Rover is the perfect name for this dumb looking dog


Sandy, Sandy′s his name, if you please
If you don′t believe me, ask any one of the fleas
Residing on Sandy, true he ain't pedigree
Sandy, there ain′t no better breed, and he
Really comes in handy
'Specially when you′re all alone in the night and you're
Small and terribly frightened it′s Sandy
Sandy, he'll always be there