Charles Bukowski - Hot Dog (Live) lyrics

Hot Dog

When we started in, here would
Come this big, black, Hairy male hound
Dripping of mouth and penis
Stinking and panting and lurid with
The smell of the ass whimpering, begging
Snorting through Valentino nostrils
Stinking like a Hollywood motel doormat
Wet in the rain
And when I stopped to kick him
Out of bed, she'd say
"Oh, don't hurt Timmy!" and Timmy
Would run in erotic circles
Smelling his asshole
Licking his thin, long, sickly penis
And I'd return to my task
And just begin to near enlightenment
And here would come Timmy again
Being in the missionary position
I was able to rat him a good
Fist or two across the snout
But it didn't stop him
From sniffing, drooling, Poking
And that's the way we finished
All three of us
She had a good job down on sunset boulevard
Which was more than I could say
And when she left in the morning, she pointed
Out half a pill, a black upper
On the headboard
And she told me to go out the back
Because her mother had an apartment in front
And she didn't want her mother to see me
Then I'd take the upper and look at that dog
And his eyes would look at mine, openly
We had no secrets
And I knew and he knew that
We were both her lovers
And I knew by looking at him that
He needed her more than I did

I left that morning, driving in the
Bright sunshine, feeling hazy, spooked
Unreal but still alright
She phoned three or four times after that
Now it's over, past
When I looked into his eyes that morning
I knew he loved her and that
All I wanted was sex
Maybe if it would've been a man
I couldn't have given her up
I couldn't have done it
But then I never met a man with eyes
As beautiful as those that dog had