Dog's Mind - David Byrne

The judge was all hungover

When the president took the stand

So he didn’t really notice

When things got out of hand

Then the press boys thank the president

And he tells them what to say

There’s a photo opportunity

And then they’re sent away

To a place where nothing matters

Where the wheels of progress turn

Where reality is fiction

But the dogs show no concern

Now the clerks look out the windows

At those dogs down in the park

Every window holds a staring face

Every desk stands piled with work

Now a dog cannot imagine

What it is to drive a car

And we in turn are limited

By what it is we are

We are dogs in our own paradise

In a theme park of our own

Doggy dancers doing doody

Doggy dreaming all day long

Dreaming all day long

Happy all day long

Dreaming all day long

In a paradise of our own

We are dogs in our own paradise

In a theme park of our own

Doggy dancers doing doody

Doggy dreaming all day long