Mr. Wolf and Mama Bear were banging on the door
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I told 'em once, I told 'em twice, don't come 'round here no more
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They've stolen all our chickens, they killed our neighbor's cat
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Last night I saw 'em talking to big weasel and his rat
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It's such a cozy neighborhood, we love our little town
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Lately things ain't been so good, there's something goin' down
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It happened just a year ago; someone hired a band
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They had a dog and pony show that got clean out of hand
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There was fur and feathers flyin', the son of the old goat
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Said Coon-boy pulled a shotgun from his worn out overcoat
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Bobcat killed Miss Peacock; Coon-boy shot the Mare
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While Mr. Wolf smoked opium and grinned at Mama Bear
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Two dead ducks lay there beside Miss Peacock on the floor
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The fat goose grabbed the telephone and called the Dogs of War
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The guineas begged for mercy, the pigs began to squeal
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Coon-boy took the kitty, jumped in his automobile
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Bobcat and the wheelman, the famous Wolverine
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Shot out the light and in the night they faded from the scene
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Chief Detective Rambouillet did not work for free
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And Sheriff Hog was called away unexpectedly
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The sheriff's re-election, the murder of the Mare
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Might get Hog implicated with the Wolf and Mama Bear
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So Rambouillet took up the case then shut it down for good
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He bought a house in southern France but lives in Hollywood
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The bodies of the bobcat and the famous Wolverine
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Were found inside a motel room outside of San Joaquin
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The city council voted the insurance board to pay
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The victims of that heinous crime upon that dreadful day
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And I watch from the shadows where beneath a frosty moon
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Mr. Wolf and Mama Bear feed on a dead raccoon
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Mr. Wolf And Mamabear
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| Robert Earl Keen |
