What's up fellas, this is listener Danny in New York.

I don't know why I thought of this tonight, but I was just remembering the story of Oops,

the Cockatheel from a couple years ago, and I was moved to write a song about it, so

I hope you enjoy it.

Oops, the dirty monster, and Louisiana me, made life real hard, ate credit cards, got

it name from scatology, Mrs. Walsh is cat food, made little Andy Fred, it stood in

all two cardbacks tall but shat like George Brett, power out, TVTL.

I'm not hand like this well, I don't feel competent, I'm depressed.

Yeah, so I just think it's time to kind of circle the wagons and touch base.

Yeah, that's great.

You took the words right, we wanted a touch base with you to just tell what you just said,

and just let you know that we are full steam ahead on our end, and we are ready to deliver.

What, you think I'm dressed to talk?

I'm dressed to party hardy like an MC scat cat.

We have no scat cats, we have no baked kitties, we do have a pod dog you ready to do this

Rudy?

She's very into what I'm doing right now, not because she's an imaginary radio fan,

but because I've just been eating a few planters, dry roasted peanuts, and as is typical

for me when I'm eating any kind of food, that's like the kind of thing you could grab

multiple amounts of like popcorn or peanuts.

I always grab like more than I could throw into my mouth, and so then one or two always

falls down to the ground, so it's a great time to be a scavenger dog.

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