Woe, Snoopy’s blue,
poor Snoopy’s blue?
Why’s Snoopy blue?
Gotta shelter too.
Snoopy’s blue.

He can’t for a walk;
he howls ’cause he can’t talk.
He hasn’t got a clock;
if he did, he’d grok:
tempus fu’.

So what’s he gonna do?
He’s gonna drop some doo
on the lawn Charlie grew,
show Charlie he’s blue.
Snoopy doo.

Charlie is gonna find
lawn littered with land mines.
And then he’ll start to whine,
’cause he don’t feel fine.
Booey-hoo!

Charlie ain’t feelin’ fine,
nor is he feelin’ kind
He’s gonna go and find
sleeky steel that shines—
Snoopy’s due.

Charlie takes a short walk,
’cause he in on the stalk.
Then he pulls out his Glock,
and Snoopy gets a shock.
Snoopy doom.

A Snoopy shoot,
a Snoopy shoot.
The Snoopy shoot
means that he’s now moot.
Snoopy’s mute.