Dog, dog, dog, that dog
Dog, dog, dog

He don't sit in no window
Because he ain't for sale
And I'm kind of sure he likes me
By the way he wags his tail

I know he'd try to save me
If I fell down a well
'Cause he's a friend I can depend on
Lordy what's that smell?

It's a dog, dog, dog, that dog
Dog, dog, dog
Dog, dog, dog, that dog
Dog, dog, dog

He can't help that he's hairy
If he wasn't he would freeze!
And he can't help that he's a
Walking hotel for some fleas

Now he ain't much on manners
Although he aims to please
His calling card is in the yard
Remember wipe your feet, 'cause there's a

Dog, dog, dog, that dog
Dog, dog, dog
Dog, dog, dog, that dog
Dog, dog, dog