(Cowboy’s part)

Got a canine; he’s a terrier; stands on three legs fine
Lost a limb; has a broken tail; odd, this little Cairn of mine

(Oliver’s part)

He’s game for poon and very, very soon hopes to prong a she
This I know, he’ll climb on carefully: one back leg has he

(Follow Stan’s part from here to the end of the song)

So, for “Tripod”, mounting is a teaser
There’s a flail; then the lonesome whine
With the fail: poon pine; his heart’s not fine
His front legs are lame; his hair don’t shine
For poon: a boon, coz now he’s mounting my shoe
Likes it fine; any footwear will do

So he blew jizz fountains on the loafer
Holy Grail was a bonesome time

(Sung in a deep voice)

So, for “Tripod”, mounting is a teaser
Pace to nail: need a change of rhyme
With the fail: poon mime; my couch he’ll climb
He can’t miss his aim, an’ can’t mistime
No poon, but he’s itchin’ to screw
In the prime of his life; has some due

(Sung in a high voice)

So he blew jizz fountains on the sofa
Holy Grail was a bonesome time