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