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i sit on the floor, look up at my man
i whine at him all day, but he don't understand
i don't like canned food or food in a bag
my man ignores me no matter how hard i wag

my man he treats me like i'm paying for a crime
i could sit and nag at him all day, but my man pays me no mind

i walk to the table, sit at his feet
i give him those eyes, try to get me some meat
he acts like a blind man, like he's got special needs
if i was a seeing-eye dog, i'd always get my feed

my man he treats me like he lives all alone
he eats up all the red meat, he don't even throw me a bone

i gave him a rabbit, i gave him a squirrel
i'm always a good dog 'round the next door girl
i don't do doo-doos on the front lawn
i don't hump the post lady when my man is gone

my man he treats me like i'm here for free rent
i'll be the last thing on his mind when his last dollar is spent

i walked into a bar, my man was having a drink
and telling a joke about a dog walking into a bar, i think
i said, "that's not funny and why you looking at me funny?
you never knew i could talk 'cause you don't talk to me, dummy"

my man he treats me like all he needs is booze and smokes
i guess it's like they say, you can't teach an old man new jokes

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from recordings & lyrics by Peter D'Elia, released October 17, 2014

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