On a dark southern highway
Humid wind in my fur
Out cruising with Miss Ellie
Her normal rumble a purr
I hear a bark in the distance
As dad pulls up the drive
What sounds like a cacophony
Is Mia losing her mind inside

Dadadadadada, da…
(Guitar build up)

Welcome to the Casa del Whackos
Such a lovely place, if you can find a space
Living it up at the Casa del Whackos
Where a chair is rare
not covered with dog hair.

The dogs here are the inmates
The warden? Well, that’s dad
But if he thinks that he runs this place
His self delusion is bad
We dictate sleeping arrangements
Leave him with nothing but crumbs
It’s obvious the inmates here
Run the whole asylum.

Dadadadadada…

This place is the Casa del Whackos
We make the rules, we cavort around like fools
Living it up at the Casa del Whackos
Our actions aren’t always apropros
As our combined IQ’s are low .

Water in the toilet means water on the floor
I drink when and where I want to
And sniff around for more
Max is a grumpy old terrier
Mia’s my partner in crime
Angel and Echo stay out of our way
It’s always party time!

Dadadadadada…

Welcome to the Casa del Whackos
The dog bowl stays in place
for the next hopeless case.
Come and sit a spell at the Casa del Whackos
You won’t need an alibi
We be of one blood, ye and I!

(Guitar break, ad infinitum)