My name is Doughy,
I ride in a horse and buggy,
The side of the road, I huggy,
When the tractor-trailers come around,
My name is Doughy,
My shack is small, but snuggy,
My doggie lies on the ruggy,
As I pick my banjo for some sound,
Everyone calls me, Doughy,
They all give me a huggy,
That is how I get all buggy,
Bugs eat my flesh off by the pound.
My girlfriend's name is Snooky,
She works for a syndicate bookie,
The Feds, they took a lookie,
My poor Snooky is prison bound.
