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 fuck you all, and by the way you bitch and masturbate
The bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer comes 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 shitty 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 it's touching himself in private
How many people do you know who can make it through
Life without ever buying a goddamn vowel