Some S.O.B. shot my dog
I found her under a tree
If I hadn't loved that dog so much
It wouldn't mean nothin' to me

You son of a bitch I'll tell you what
I will not be deterred
I'll find you out and track you down
On that you have my word

[Chorus]
Queenies getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New Year's Day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold

I don't predict the world will end
I don't presume it won't
I don't pretend to give a damn
It it do or if it don't

Bet you got a gun for Christmas
That don't make it right
What in the hell were you thinkin'
With little Queenie in your sights

[Chorus]

Brother Death and Father Time
Are almost loaded up
Headed for the border line
In a stolen pick-up truck

For old aquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I won't forgive and I can't forget
The year of '99

Screamin' Auld Lang Syne