Asa here. In the past I’ve written song parodies in rock, pop, country, and even a few holiday classics. Today I’m expanding my range by dabbling in punk. Recently while on a hike at Pawtuckaway State Park, I was reminded of the Ramone’s classic, “Rockaway Beach.” So I began singing…

1,2,3,4!

Squeakin’ out a rhythm on my favorite ball
Fetch is out, I want more fun
It’s not hard, not far to hike
Dogs can use the trails at Pawtuckaway Beach
Up on the summit, out with the trees
Down in the wetlands, the rocks are neat
Mom walks way too slow
Dad’s hiking fast and away we go!
Paw, Paw, Pawtuckaway Beach
Paw, Paw, Pawtuckaway Beach
Puppies aren’t allowed at Pawtuckaway Beach!

But that’s when Chuck Billy stopped me, and said singing a song about obeying the dog rules at a state park isn’t very punk. I guess he has a point there. So instead I started singing a parody of “Sheena is a Punk Rocker,” and dedicated it to my Mom…

Well the dogs are all leashed up and ready to go
We’re ready to walk now
Mom get your sneakers
And we’re going for a walk, time to all go go
Mom, we can’t sit and stay
We have to get away
Our neighborhood walks really have it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah! Mommy is a dog walker!
Mommy is a dog walker!
Mommy is a dog walker now!
Fun, fun, a dog walker!
Fun, fun, a dog walker!
Fun, fun, a dog walker!
Mommy is a dog walker now!