I watch the way you move, And I count by the way you press your eyes And by the little things that put you down, Ride the rails to where you are - help me thank you all, Let me f** you all, and by the way you b**h and masturbate, The bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come up And have fun - the way to carry on I'm a dog, I know, I'm a dog It's the only way, it's the corner stay Push the freight along and grant them all their little Goddamn sh**ty things In the light it grows, slower than before, "ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..." Gimme some of your good loving, I need your good loving Dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog... Oh, elvis yer just standin' there and completely naked And I's jest thinkin' to m'self "goddamn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for Such a little country doggie..." And now he's touching himself in private How may people do you know who can make it through Life without ever buying a goddamn vowel