My friend and I
We walk down the street
With spring in our feet

Whistling a tune

Hey there, little moon

How's mr. sun?
I meet everyone
Walking my gargoyle


Walking in line, he's my best friend
Folks can't comprehend the fact that he talks

Vultures and hawks, termites, ducks
Yes, everyone loves my little gargoyle


I found him on a church
He helps with my research


People recoil when they see me
Obviously, I'm pretty extreme
Most people scream most of the time

But always when I'm walking my gargoyle

Others may cry when we go by

My gargoyle and I happy again
Beautiful then, yes, without fail
Wagging my tails

Walking my gargoyle

Wagging my tails

Walking my gargoyle