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Guess what I was doing all day?



Big Mutt Blues

Don't want no Bichon Frise, no beagle howling too.
My good German Shepherd, done flown the coop.
I got no luck but bad luck, the damn Basset peed.
2000 bucks to buy a Pug? What the fuck is wrong with me?

                I want a dog, a big old mutt like you used to see,
                Shed like a mofo on my sofa, chase the kids off my street.

Lost my John the Conqueror root, all the ladies say.
just slide that big-eyed puppy over, they line up for days.
Them hotties wearing Ugg boots, got nothing for me.
'less they get down with this big old clown, they just crowding my scene

                I want a dog, a big old mutt like you used to see,
                Shed like a mofo on my sofa, chase the kids off my street.

At the end of the night now, stumbling home mad drunk,
My woman meets me at the back door, calls me a little punk,
I can't argue with her, that much is true,
But I walked in a slick old grin and an ankle-biting cockapoo

                Now I got a dog, tiny boy like I never seen,
                Shed like a mofo on my sofa, keep the women all off my street.

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