I first met Louie in 1986 he was hanging around St. Kilda, down by the pier
We got to talking about politics and injustice
Louie said let’s go across to the Esplanade and have a beer
The barmaid was Annie, at least I think that was her name
I ordered a VB stubby, Louie ordered the same
Then he turned to me with a crazy grin
And said, man, I’m gonna tell you something I ain’t told nobody

Louie gazed around the bar, slowly, like he was looking for someone he knew
And then lowered his voice and spoke without moving his mouth much
The way Humphrey Bogart used to do
He said, everybody got a secret, they got something to hide
But me, I’m a little different, you see, I just killed this guy
And then our eyes met for just a second, and I knew he was serious
I knew I was a little scared

I whispered, so why’d you kill him anyway
And then I looked around to see if anyone had heard
Louie said, it was over this gambling debt thing, he got all my money
And all I got was his word
Cause they’ll always rip you off, it’s just a matter of when
Some do it with a gun, man, some do it with a pen
Louie put down his beer and smiled
And said, you shoulda seen the look on that guy’s face
And I was glad I hadn’t

I finished my beer and said, look, I gotta run
Louie said, hey, can I get a lift, there’s some people I gotta meet
So we walked out and got in my old Falcon
Started it up and headed up Fitzroy Street
Louie pulled out a matchbook, on the back someone drew
A map and an address, somewhere out in Kew
And Louie said, I’ll bet we can get there in ten minutes
I said, no thanks, I don’t bet, not anymore

So we pulled up to this house, there were no lights on, it was all black
And Louie opened the car door and said come on in for a minute
You gotta see this talking dog they got out back
And I said, what? He said, they got a talking dog out back
So I forgot about that other thing and got out of the car
And followed Louie up to the house

Louie knocked on the heavy old door, slowly creaked open like it wasn’t latched
We went inside a couple of steps, it was pitch black, Louie said, you got a match
And I gave him one
Then he lit it up, I could see the back door
Just getting a look at that dog was all that I came for
So I left Louie in the hallway and went out to check out the back yard
Then I stepped out in the grass
It looked like it hadn’t been mowed in at least a year
And out in the middle sat this old spotted mongrel
With three legs and one ear
I knew right then I’d been taken for a fool
Why this dog couldn’t talk, it just sat there and drooled
just then I heard a couple voices coming from inside the house
And one of them was Louie’s

So I listened closely, trying to hear what was being said
But all I could make out was something about not really being dead
And then I heard a shot, something hit the floor
Man, I ain’t ever been this scared before
Then a deep voice behind me said, come on, there’s a gate around the side
Let’s get out of here – and I ran like hell

Then I jumped in my old Falcon, fired it up and put the pedal straight to the floor
Man, I did a hundred and ten through Hawthorn, through Caulfield
Hit the Princes Highway, I didn’t stop til I got to the ocean shore
Then I let out a sigh, sat back in the seat
Almost jumped through the roof when I saw that dog at my feet
And that dog just looked at me with a funny look on its face and said nothing
I wasn’t surprised

Anyway, I eventually moved back to Sydney and got a job selling newspapers
Down at Central Station
I read them everyday but I never read anything about Louie
I guess he never got a mention
So the moral of the story is, never be too sure
Check out all the facts and don’t be too premature
And remember what Louie said about secrets, and about pens

By the way, the dog’s name is Freddie
And he really does talk