Ernesto says, «Jai Hanuman,» one-two
This is a story ’bout a man from Talkum County
He had a dog named Bobby Shannon
You could here him chanting every day about sundown
Spending all his off time in the cremation ground
Oh no, no, no Bobby
I can’t see you Bobby
Bobby Shannon
He had a picture in a Shrine of a Monkey
From an old story where he jumped over the sea
He could be big as a giant
Or as small as a flea
Old Bobby just laughed and winked at me
Oh no, no, no Bobby
I can’t see you Bobby
Bobby Shannon
Now he’s covered with ashes and covered with sweat
He looked like a man who had lost a bet
He glanced around once at the burning ground
Then he took off running like a scalded hound
