A popular song from 1914.
Words by Chas. McCarron and Thos. J. Gray.
Music by Raymond Walker.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I had a dog named Fido
That I liked very much
I used to spend all my dough
For puppy cakes and such
Our fam’ly learned to love him
To our hearts he was endeared
But now they’re gone in mourning
‘Cause poor Fido’s disappeared
Chorus
But I won’t look all over
The way they did for Rover
‘Cause I know just where little Fido’s gone
(Poor dog!) He’s in a place below
Where all the naughty doggies go
Down, down, down where there isn’t any snow
Tho’ his hair was short, and his tail was long
I miss the little devil somehow, bow-wow
But he won’t get cold feet at that
There’s too much mustard where he’s at
Fido is a “hot dog” now
- We never had a burglar
They wouldn’t take a chance
‘Cause they know little Fido
Would hang on to their pants
I used to love bologna
‘Twas the only meat I’d get
But now I cannot eat it
It remings me of my pet
Chorus
But I won’t look all over
The way they did for Rover
‘Cause I know just where little Fido’s gone
(Poor dog!) He’s in a place below
Where all the naughty doggies go
Down, down, down where there isn’t any snow
Tho’ his hair was short, and his tail was long
I miss the little devil somehow, bow-wow
He’s smothered now in Sauerkraut
‘T will take too long to dig him out
Fido is a “hot dog” now
Sung here by Vancha March: