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Sitting there on your pink armchair
Thinking every snack is for you
I can see it your eyes, and I sympathise
But honestly, almost none of the snacks are for you
FOMO
Every waking moment is FOMO, when you're a dog
FOMO
Every single thing that doesn't involve you, it's torture!
I don't have any fear of missing out
I just have a fear of missing Oscar
I don't have any fear of missing out
I just have a fear of missing my dog
The big wide world is full of horror
You might fall in a canal
But I will be there to drag you out by your collar
Or more likely, a passer by with stronger arms than me
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Fox Shit
01:17
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So there's this park
It's got a golf course on it
And loads of fox shit
Mountains of fox shit
You love to roll in fox shit
You wanna get to know the fox shit
There's nothing in this world that tops it
And that's why all the other dogs sing
"Oscar doesn't care about the trees
He doesn't care about the summer breeze
He doesn't care about the topiaries
Fox shit is what he needs"
And you know when you get home you'll have to have a bath
And I know, I know, I know, that you won't like that
But I suppose in a sense we're both the same
Both men of simple pleasures, and the trade off's worth the pain
(And all the other dogs sing...)
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You made a friend
From the other side of the fence
You didn't know there was a hole
And now you know there is a hole
But that dog don't live next door
That's why you've not met before
And I don't know how to explain
You won't see your friend again
Not through that hole in the fence
And I know it's hard
You and that friend
From the other side of the fence
You shared a moment together, one that you should treasure
You know you can't live in the past
'Cause that dog don't live next door...
There's so many more dogs in the world
And I hope you meet them all
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Christmas Morning
02:40
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It's Christmas morning
And Dan's had a night shift, so she's back in bed
You and me, we're walking
To try and tire you out, because you're doing her head in
We go a little bit further than normal
We turn an unfamiliar corner
And boom, you're gone, over the horizon, you little bastard
Where's my dog?
Where's my dog?
Where the bloody hell is my idiot dog?
You've got me shitting my pants
You might have run to France by now
It's Christmas morning
And I'm stood in a field shouting out your name
It's Christmas morning
And just, well, Jesus Christ
Where's my dog?
Where the fuck's my dog?
Where the bloody hell is my beautiful dog?
You've got me shitting myself
This can't be good for my health
Where's my dog?
It's Christmas morning
And who do I see emerging from among the trees?
It's Christmas morning
You are a big wanker
There he is
There's my dog
There's my stinking idiot little rascal dog
You had me shitting my pants
You had me shitting my pants
There's my dog
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CHUNK is a Leeds-based DIY practice space and music venue, best known for weirdo post-punk, psych rock and harsh noise.
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