The skies are charcoal grey,
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It's a dreary downtown day,
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But at the end of my 40 foot leash,
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Is my little friend Quiche.
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Quiche La Poodle is her name
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And having a good time on a crummy day is our game.
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine
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Everyday I take her out. Yea!
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She runs around, she shouts out and barks, Yea!
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Cause she's a good doggie
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She's a sweet, sweet, sweet PUPPY! Arf Arf
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And I know she'll stick by me, Yea! Arf Arf
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Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane
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Drivin' down the lane
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Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here;
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Don't leave me.
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I'll go insane.
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I'll go insane.
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How do you like that?
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Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green.
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About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall;
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Sunglasses and a bonnet
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and designer jeans with appliques on it?
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The dog that brought me so much joy
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Left me wallowing in pain.
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Quiche Lorraine.
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I'll show her!
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Do you see the key in my hand?
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I'm gonna throw it in the lake.
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Yea, you've been so rotten to me,
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You take the cake.
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I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel,
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and just you try and come back to me.
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Yea, you'll see.
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine You mangey mutt.
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche!
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine!
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Quiche Lorraine
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The B-52`s |