"Perro," Dali,
You and Luis' "Doggie":
Caused a fright; it wasn't right; that's mighty strong
Stuff that you sell, Dali,
You're not well, Dali,
Yet I'm goin' out and blowin'
Lotsa dough, 'n' throngs
Haul out the loot, payin'
For your shoot, saying,
"We had to turn eyes away till that scene's end."

So, it's a wrap, fellas,
Flick through which we won't nap, fellas.
Dali, you are sick, you and your friend.

"Perro," Dali,
You and Luis' "Doggie":
Moonlit night, the eye is sliced; the knife is long.
Still, that stuff sells, Dali,
It compels, Dali,
So I'm goin' out and blowin'
Lotsa dough, 'n' throngs
Grab pesetas, payin'
To see blade flayin'
That girl's scored ocular orb; much lunch upends:

Blown, gorged-down wraps, yellow
Bananas, bilious sap yellow,
Doggies in buns, some crème brulée,
Doughnuts in bunches, pears flambés.
Dali made 'em sick, he and his friend.