I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog spooner

Would listen while he'd rhyme
Words to make ya happy
Words to make you cry

Then one day the poet suddenly did die

But he left behind a closet

Filled with verse and rhyme
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the times

And everybody's searchin'
For the king of underground
Well they found him down in Florida

With a tombstone for a crown

Everybody knows a line

From his book that cost four ninety-nine
I wonder if he knows he's doin'
Quite this fine


'cause his books are all best sellers
And his poems were turned to song

Had his brother on a talk show
Though they never got along
And now he's called immortal

Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents
A most proficient tool


But he left all of his royalties
To spooner his ol' hound

Growin' old on steak and bacon
In a doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders

Did he really lose his mind
No he was just a poet who lived before his time
He was just a poet who lived before his time