YappyFox Wind
Adapted from “Seminole Wind” (John Anderson)

Ev’ry Sunday evening
They gather ’round to chat and sing
They let us view
Once they’ve shed their shoes
And their feet are clad in socks

And ’round about seven twenty-three
They get a whiff of S-B-D
They make a fuss
And begin to cuss
In the den of the YappyFox

So blow, blow, YappyFox wind
Blow with the strength of seven thousand men
And punctuate it with an impish grin
’Cos we can smell it out this far

Now blow, blow from the Woulfe Pack show
All the way to Doggy Radio
Blow out the home of the YappyFox
And send them runnin’ to their cars

The Pawpets settled on a toll
And in the name of self-control
They pay a buck
When they push their luck
For each profanity

And after they had plugged a con
Suddenly the cast was gone
I nearly broke
When I heard the choke
Of Hughbert Manatee

So blow, blow, YappyFox wind
Blow with the strength of half a million men
We’re gonna need a couple hundred clothespins
’Cos we can smell it out on Mars

Now blow, blow from the Woulfe Pack show
All the way to Doggy Radio
Blow out the home of the YappyFox
And send them runnin’ to their cars