6Silverado... Please know this is nothing personal
You've nothing left for rehearsal... You'll never be ahead in the polls
And what is a beagle, might I ask, without his hunting arsenal?
Humans could do all the work, yes... But at what expense to their souls?
Trumpet-Dodgo... You'll always be a very bad Mormon
Unlike a gull, you'll never catch a cricket...and hence, you'll never be a friend of Gromit
You could try taking up art... Alas, you'll never be Roger Corman
And it's hard to be a Ford Man when you just a skwewy vomit...
Bohemiano... There are no roses or violets
You're just become schizophrenic... And that also makes one of you
You've no future... And you're certainly no fancy of SkyNet's
You might as well stop running, and let us beagles terminate you
Silverado... You'll always be a long way from Salt-N-Pepa
Don't even think about passing as a schnauzer... Believe me, you'd do better as a Wurst
So, go where you will... But before you start desperately singing "Wepa,"
You'd better let somebody hunt you
Let somebody hunt you!
You'd better let somebody hunt you...
Before one of my rivals gets to you...
First!
(Cue the pack of beagles, howling in harmony the closing instrumental of the song...
(A lone mortar, being fired, closes it all...)