Goodbye, Sweet Bed, Goodbye

We had good times, we had bad times
There were times when you would not let me go
and you made me late to work
There were times when I could not come to you at all
and you wondered, who is the six foot jerk?
Alas, it was just that damned dog,
borrowing into you like a rat hole.

You have been good to me, dear bed
but sadly you're full of smoke
you're given me aches to the head,
so into the trash yard you'll have to be bro'te

Thanks for catching my fall the last seven years. Adiós.

(oh, and I'm totally sorry about the scratching dog)