Lie Down With Dogs
Bow wow… bark bark!
Bow wow… woof woof!
Let’s go now!
When you lie down with dogs
When you lie down with dogs
When you lie down with dogs
You get fleas!
You sounded so good on the screen
Every owner’s wettest wet dream
Not much to look at
And fun to thow the book at
And, oh lord, the workload
You would take off of me
And so I pressed the button that said order now
I figured why con the milk
When you can get the cow
To come with you… for free
Hindsight is so 20/20
Ha!
Greyhound gets them there in a round about way
Oh daddy… oh daddy…
The less you want to pay
The shorter they want to stay
And the more they get embittered along the way
Little bitty doggy
Traveling by bus
Into a stranger’s arms
He, himself, does entrust
Uh huh
Puppy boy, he read a book
He hungered for the role
He hungered for the look, uh huh
He took all that was trusted into his hands
And he took off for the promised land
But he found the wrong one
To feed and give commands
So he slipped away
In the wind, like sand
Everybody has their own view
Of what it is to be free
Though it may sound strange
To you and to me, yeah
Master, master
What do you do?
I got a little package
That’s coming on through
I got a lot of chores
For it to do
And a big old doggy treat
For it to suck not chew!
Ah… oh… ah… now doggy!
Ah… oh… no no no no no doggy!
Not steeped in the culture
He’s a bit of a vulture
From one puppy’s eye point of view
That photo’s out of date
He’s a bit out of shape
I’m shocked… shocked
Through and through
That someone would make themselves out
To be better than they are
On the always accurate internet
Why, I, always tell the truth
What you’ve been told is what you get
HA!
Disappointment on both sides
As the package arrives
At a bombed out station in the Lou
Illusions unravel as the float above the gravel
Oh, what are they to do?
Except give it a try
Oh me, oh my
Oh me, oh my
My god,
They must have spent a decade together that month
Somebody testify!
Testify, testify!
Oh lord,
Somebody testify!!
1, 2,… 1,2,3,4
He made fun of my house
He was afraid of the mouse
He didn’t like pain
He said I did not explain
Though I had in a dozen email refrains
That I found that adrenaline
Beautifully strange
I gave you a pass
But I frequently rehashed
I played around the edges
As I slapped the sack beneath the hedges
And you whimpered
Like a dog in a cage
A doggy in a cage!!
What was it you were thinking doggy boy?
What was it you were thinking doggy boy?
A good dog takes it
Like he said he would
Like he told he would have to
You drank straight from the tap
Like a lemonade champ
You liked it on the chest
Like a fudge sweater vest
And ashes in the mouth
As the cigars I doused
Though, I didn’t even like those
Tobacco Logs
Talk about the tail
Wagging the dog… yeah!
Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff
Ruuuurrrrrr!
You always shopped for you
Not who you serviced
Always on the move
Always a little bit nervous!!
Nervous!!
You was OK
As long as you had something to do
But, Oh lord, the madness
When you were through
When we ran out of paint
You found there were tasks that ain’t
And Mr. Hyde
I would have to acquaint myself with
And no, honey, money
Does not grow on trees
Sometimes being with you was like
Wearing a jock strap full of bees
You were always fetching boys
To use as toys
To take what you would not
But, you got sloppy
And you got caught
When you left that conversation on the screen
With your plans to reenter the slip stream
The slipstream, the slipstream!
But I suspect from the moment you arrived
You had one eye on the door
In your never ending quest for more, more, more
And I heard you repeated this pattern many more times
Leaving a trail of gym memberships behind
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