Charly Goes to Market
 
On Saturday if the weather’s fine, we jump into the car
and off we go to market, it isn’t very far
Depending on the traffic it’s a half an hour or so
it’s me and Steve and Charly he’s the real star of the show
 
Everyone takes their dog you see, they’re all out on parade
sniffing each other’s bottoms, but we do try to dissuade
It’s how they say hello you know, it’s how they make new friends
but sometimes Charly goes too far, his enthusiasm offends
 
The mummies and the daddies, clinging to their leads
hoping that the poo bag will be surplus to their needs
“He’s so handsome….she’s so cute”, but everybody knows
Charly is the number one, it’s said wher’er he goes
 
The trouble is he knows it, it’s as clear as clear can be
he walks with such panache, such pride, such regality
I guess we may be biased but we believe it to be true
his golden coat is flawless, he’s a beauty through and through