The newspapers wrote him up, now his name's on everybody's lips   Mrs. culpepper's dog's a big band enthusiast   He's a pedigree with a minor key   He's 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   He's worse than a cat fight, but no one minds 'cause he sounds so good   He won't 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... they'll pay cash for an interview   Call up johnny carson... oprah winfrey just won't do      In l.a. and london, the critics are all falling down   The next great pop superstar's a two foot tall basset hound   He's a drop out from pet school   Now he's top dog where the cats are cool   Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone      He's got a wirehair terrier meets him at the backstage door   He loves champagne and heroin...it's not a dog's life anymore   He's on the cover of rolling stone   He's got movie offers on the phone   Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone