Behold the dauntless Junkyard Dog A man of iron nerve But sleep outmatched his fighting spirit When the road began to curve

The Junkyard Dog once ambled To rings with chain in hand But went to sleep before reaching home —the reverse of what he’d planned

In battle, fearless Junkyard Dog Never backed down from a brawl But highway lines grew hypnotic And he blinked and missed them all

Behold the Junkyard Dog, Whose bark caused foes despair He yawned once on the open road And drifted unaware

The mighty Junkyard Dog pinned Opponents left and right But one long blink behind the wheel Brought trouble late at night

Behold the Junkyard Dog, Who charged with fearless zeal But miles slipped by unnoticed as He slept behind the wheel

The Junkyard Dog kept wrestling fans Enchanted, thrilled and rapt; But driving failed to hold his gaze; He closed his eyes and napped

In the ring, the Junkyard Dog Never backed down from a fight Behind the wheel, before a tree He laid back and said goodnight

Behold the Junkyard Dog, So fearless, fierce and feared He nodded off while driving home And off the road he veered

The cheering for the Junkyard Dog Makes the rafters shake He could have used it in his car To help him stay awake

When Junkyard Dog’s competing The fans chant “J-Y-D” He drove while feeling drowsy, so A tree claimed victory

In his prime, the Junkyard Dog Beat men from far and wide But when he faced a tree instead The man and car both died

In the ring, the Junkyard Dog Was quite a lively chap Ahead of graduations, though He should've had a nap

A fan favorite, Junkyard Dog Wears a slogan on his rump But when he meets a tree head-on It’s with a final “thump.”

The charismatic Junkyard Dog A grappler most robust Faced a foe strong of limb and trunk And ‘twas he who bit the dust

Behold, the Junkyard Dog Sporting round his neck a chain Driving home, he drifted off And found a tree stopped in his lane

Behold the mighty Junkyard Dog Who filled the fans with glee He fell asleep while driving home And crashed into a tree

To fans he’s Junkyard Dog —to friends, Sylvester Ritter— Though most simply drive past a tree He fell asleep and hit ‘er.

Behold the Junkyard Dog He loved to grab them cakes He fell asleep behind the wheel —and paid for his mistakes

Behold the Junkyard Dog The Mid-South ring sensation He fell asleep and hit a tree After his daughter’s graduation