The Wet Carpet Blues

The Wet Carpet Blues
(Tune up your guitar and strum a blues beat.)

I woke up this morning;
Got outta my bed.
Took me a shower,
And washed my bald head.

I covered my kisser,
With lots of thick suds,
Shaved off my whiskers
And put on my duds.

I went to the bathroom,
To use the fixed throne.
I suddenly noticed the socks on my feet were as dry as an ol' hound dog's bone.

Chorus:
I lost those wet carpet blues;
I lost those wet carpet blues;
I lost those wet carpet blues,
And I no longer have soggy shoes.