The newspapers wrote him upnow his name's on everybody's lips

Mrs. 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 midnightwakes up the whole neighborhood

He's worse than a cat fightbut 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 londonthe 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