Timothy Scott songs
I thought it about time I posted a silly/goofy song,although a LOT of love went into this one..my Westie,Tiny Elvis is 10 years old and has saved my life numerous times through his uncanny cool ability to read me and talk me down off those ledges..;)Named for the SNL skit... Funny part is ALL in this song IS true,great when I don't have to lie to sell the message..he IS man's best friend and my BFF...now..I can see a possible sequel arising outa his sister Miss Dixie,who got no mention here I'm afraid ..;(
*Special shout out to Sarah,who pinchhit late in the game with several fun lines..;)
Melody-Vocals-Guitar--T.S.
Lyrics- T.S. & Sarah Scott
1)
He's had beers with me,plus the occasional smoke
A Zen-Buddhist philosopher unless he's provoked..
..then a West Highland Terror,too proud to go fetch
Misty Moon,his mama,was the best kinda Bitch
(Chorus 1)
Now he loves to get his belly scratched
Not too old to chase pussycats...
A little moody but not too complex
Feels no need to earn your respect
2)
Seems to think that he's human,doesn't hang much with dawgs
If he could really talk,he'd have a slow Southern drawl
We call him Tiny Elvis,cuz he thinks he's the king
When I'm playin' guitar he likes to join in and sing
(Chorus 2)
And he howls when the train sounds
Sometimes brags of knowing at least 100 nouns...
He's a junkie for peanut butter
Catnip seems to make him stu..stu...stutter....
{bridge}
Some say he's a lot like me
stubborn in his dogma,goofy personality..
Lately I've been cravin' pigears at night
and peein' on trees has come to feel so right
World-weary and dog-eared,but young for our years
He's got my back and knows that I've got HIS...!
3)
I never said he was perfect,he's got special needs
When he gets into trouble,you find him off in the weeds
If he's out hunting something,its his own Holy Grail
But he wears his heart on the tip of his tail...
(repeat of chorus)
Now he loves to get his belly scratched
Not too old to chase pussycats..
He's a junkie for peanut butter
Catnip seems to make him stu..stu...stutter....
*Special shout out to Sarah,who pinchhit late in the game with several fun lines..;)
Melody-Vocals-Guitar--T.S.
Lyrics- T.S. & Sarah Scott
1)
He's had beers with me,plus the occasional smoke
A Zen-Buddhist philosopher unless he's provoked..
..then a West Highland Terror,too proud to go fetch
Misty Moon,his mama,was the best kinda Bitch
(Chorus 1)
Now he loves to get his belly scratched
Not too old to chase pussycats...
A little moody but not too complex
Feels no need to earn your respect
2)
Seems to think that he's human,doesn't hang much with dawgs
If he could really talk,he'd have a slow Southern drawl
We call him Tiny Elvis,cuz he thinks he's the king
When I'm playin' guitar he likes to join in and sing
(Chorus 2)
And he howls when the train sounds
Sometimes brags of knowing at least 100 nouns...
He's a junkie for peanut butter
Catnip seems to make him stu..stu...stutter....
{bridge}
Some say he's a lot like me
stubborn in his dogma,goofy personality..
Lately I've been cravin' pigears at night
and peein' on trees has come to feel so right
World-weary and dog-eared,but young for our years
He's got my back and knows that I've got HIS...!
3)
I never said he was perfect,he's got special needs
When he gets into trouble,you find him off in the weeds
If he's out hunting something,its his own Holy Grail
But he wears his heart on the tip of his tail...
(repeat of chorus)
Now he loves to get his belly scratched
Not too old to chase pussycats..
He's a junkie for peanut butter
Catnip seems to make him stu..stu...stutter....
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