I'm A Dog

I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes

And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold

Sometimes I am given pause to think when

I consider what we could call the good life

When it comes to the city versus the country life

Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife

Breakfast with the master in the morning

Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm!

But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are

The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away

How can they help but drag the species down?

There's some debate about whether instincts should be held in check

Well, I suppose that I'm a liberal in this respect

I can't say I liked Robinson Crusoe

But at least he didn't tie his dogs up at night

And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are

The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away

How can they help but drag the species down?

How come all your poets fall into despondencies?

And then write it down for us to read every indignity?

Not such worthy specimens, these creatures

Hardly fit for what you could call the good life

And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are

The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away

How can they help but drag the species down?

How can they help but drag the species down?