Fido
Written by John York

Fido stayed all night; he would not go home
I asked him to leave; I said I do not have that bone
I was feelin' lonesome sittin' by the phone
Wide awake
Stayin' up late
Wishin' I was home

You were on the outside talking to some chick
I was on the inside, feelin' mighty sick
Sleep is what I wanted, you know what I got
Wide awake
Stayin' up late
Wishin' I was not

Percussion solo and a scream or two

Dogs have it made, layin' round in the shade
They never have to worry about gettin there on time
I can't help but wonder, what was on your mind
Ridin' round in the pouring rain, havin' a heck of time
Livin' may be easy, dyin' may be hard
But I'm wide awake
Stayin' up late
Sendin' my regards