A place called Oak Island
Has a dog named Morris
He is the dog
That owns many red ball’s


In the green yard runs a small little dog
with a greyish brown body like an old good sausage
He don’t really see no more
But when the red ball goes out the door

The playing starts again
Waiting for someone to throw
The ball so he can go
Fetch it and bring it for more


And if you dont he will say (bark)

So do what he wants and throw the ball


Morris with his red ball running like a mad dog
Morris with his red ball running like a mad dog


Morris with his red ball running like a mad dog
Wo Oh

Morris with his red ball running like a mad daug
And he won’t get bored

In the yard always running looking after no crying
No Oh

Cause fetching up that red ball is the one and only goal
Oh Oh

Wo Oh
Wo Oh
Wo Oh
Wo Oh