My friend and I
 We walk down the street
 With spring in our feet
 Whistling a tune

 Hey there, little moon
 How's mr. sun?
 I meet everyone
 Walking my gargoyle

 Walking in line, he's my best friend
 Folks [bad word] the fact that he talks
 Vultures and hawks, termites, ducks
 Yes, everyone loves my little gargoyle

 I found him on a church
 He helps with my research

 People recoil when they see me
 Obviously, I'm pretty extreme
 Most people scream most of the time
 But always when I'm walking my gargoyle

 Others may cry when we go by
 My gargoyle and I happy again
 Beautiful then, yes, without fail
 Wagging my tails
 Walking my gargoyle

 Wagging my tails
 Walking my gargoyle