There was a time where he'd howl at the moon
Drink his shine before he finished his tune
He'd dance on the edge of the bluff
He'd cry because he'd had enough
He'd always put the cart before the horse
He drank 'cause living was a chore
He wanted love but all he felt was blue
So he closed his eyes, and howled at the moon
Headed home to lick his wounds
Standing at the bridge over the flume
He would sing when his heart hit the ground
In for a penny, he was in for a pound
He'd always put the cart before the horse
He drank 'cause living was a chore
He wanted love but all he felt was blue
So he closed his eyes, and howled at the moon
Despite desperate calls from the pack
Not a one would have his back
So he sang, "Aa-oo, aa-oo..."
He'd always put the cart before the horse
He drank 'cause living was a chore
He wanted love but all he felt was blue
So he closed his eyes, and howled at the moon