The Dog Poo Blues

We were coming home from a bluegrass jam session and potluck on Sunday when I got a whiff of something fairly...um...unpleasant.

"Someone in this car has dog poop on their feet," I said. I'm pretty brilliant that way. Amazing powers of deduction. Mistress of the Obvious.

Bo, still feeling musical from our time at the jam, offered, "Hey. You could make that into a blues song."

So I did, and I sang it right there on the spot. It made my husband laugh. It made my kids roll their eyes. Yes, I am that good.

Now, for your...uh...enjoyment? You'll have to provide your own blues licks and turnarounds. If you're feeling adventurous, you can even add a verse or two. If you do, be sure to share it.

Without further adoo-doo...

The Dog Poo Blues

Someone in this car now, Baby,
Has dog poop on their feet.
Yeah, I said someone in this car now, Honey,
Has dog poop on their feet.
Well, it's smellin' extra funky, Darlin',
When you're crankin' up the heat.

Somethin' smells real nasty, Mister.
Tell me, Brother, is it you?
Somethin's smelling pretty foul now, Sugar.
Tell me, Sister, is it you?
Ya'll go on and check your feet, now,
Cuz somebody stepped in poo.

Somebody stepped in dog crap, Baby
When they went out for a stroll.
I say, someone stepped in dog crap, Baby,
When they went out on that mornin' stroll.
Oh yeah.
Somebody stepped right in it, Honey,
Now they got dookie on their sole.

::insert turnaround and drunken howls here::