"Hank" genre: Rock
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	About an ill dog. Aw...
	CD: The Stephanie E.P. Credits: Words and music by Andy Naylor, Simon Poole and Phil Smith
	Story Behind the Song Recorded Christmas 1991. Engineered and produced by Carl Stipetic. Lyrics I love my little dog called Hank He really is a handful I always used to take him out Until he broke his ankle And now these days he's really bad He's 57 and we've watched him grow That's canine years, you imbecile You really are too slow Dog hairs all over home He always come and goes Hooking up on the farm Clear a space in the barn Spreading the chicken feed Something I really need Everyone gather round You're gonna hear the sound You're gonna hear the sound So I took him to the nearest vet His food was pavement pizza And no one seemed to cheer him up Not even his friend Vera And now his state won't change at all Oh, please don't die because I need you so What will I do with all your food There's far too much to throw So I'm sitting in the waiting room The wallpaper's disgusting I wonder if he'll be OK He was feeling really crusty I hold my breath and fingers crossed Oh, did I make it to the vet's in time But then the news is loud and clear This dog is in his prime

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