now that I've left you and I said we're through.
All along you been runnin' round
but you ain't the only game in town.

      I dug your brush and your ass is fine,
      I dug your jelly and your mighty mind.
      But you rubbed it on another guy,
      you're history and this is why
      you're just a dog, a scurvy dog.

Hey baby, when we got it on
you made me feel like there ain't nothin' wrong.
Just don't bug melike you're so naive.
I'm crackin' up, I'm gonna take my leave.

      I dug your brush and your ass was fine,
      I dug your jelly and your mighty mind.
      But you rubbed it on another guy,
      you're history and this is why
      you're just a dog.

Hey baby, well, it's over now,
I'll make my exit and I take a bow.
Your problems cured with a dollar bill
and if it don't I know a flea collar will.

      I dug your brush and your ass was fine,
      I dug your jelly and your mighty mind.
      But you rubbed it on another guy.
      You're history and this is why
      you're just a dog, a scurvy dog.

      Hey! Get that dog out of my yard!

           - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard