Lyrics:

How much is that hound dog in the winder?
I do hope that fleabag's for sale
How much is that hound dog in the winder?
The one with the long, mangy tail

I'll give you two bits for that hound dog
The one with the sad, achin' heart
Fer he looks so much like my girlfriend
I can't hardly tell 'em apart

What kind of a dog is that?
That is a hot-dog, Homer!
Boy, you sure mustard that up, didn't you?

I must take a trip to Lou'sianer
Leave her and that hound dog alone
While I'm eatin' shrimp and jambaliar
They'll be home a-gnawin' a bone

I don't want a monkey or a baboon
I don't want an old muley cow
I don't want a crappie or a catfish
A catfish could never meow

How much is that hound dog in the winder
With the basketball nose on its face?
You know what a basketball nose is?
It dribbles all over the place