The newspapers wrote him up, now his names on everybodys lips
Mrs. culpeppers dogs a big band enthusiast
Hes a pedigree with a minor key
Hes a canine with a c sharp nine
Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone
He starts blowing at midnight, wakes up the whole neighborhood
Hes worse than a cat fight, but no one minds cause he sounds so good
He wont fetch a stick or lick your hand
He loves spike jones and dixieland
Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone

Call the national enquirer... theyll pay cash for an interview
Call up johnny carson... oprah winfrey just wont do

In l.a. and london, the critics are all falling down
The next great pop superstars a two foot tall basset hound
Hes a drop out from pet school
Now hes top dog where the cats are cool
Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone

Hes got a wirehair terrier meets him at the backstage door
He loves champagne and heroin...its not a dogs life anymore
Hes on the cover of rolling stone
Hes got movie offers on the phone
Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone