I'm A Dog - Crash Test Dummies

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 farmers 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 a Ill young, or pine away-

How can they help but drag the species down?

Theres some debate about whether instincts should be held in chedcWell,

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

But it seems the thinkers you call

Greatest are the sort who often fall a Ill young, or pine away-

How can they help but drag the species down?

How come all of 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 cal the Good Life

But it seems the thinkers you call

Greatest are the sort who often fall a Ill young, or pine away-

How can they help but drag the species down?