I watch the way you move 
And I count by the way you press your eyes 
And by the little things that put you down 
Ride the rails to where you are -- help me thank you all 
Let me fuck you all, and by the way you bitch and masturbate 
The bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer comes up 
And have fun -- the way to carry on 

I'm a dog, I know, I'm a dog 

It's the only way, it's the corner stay 
Push the freight along and grant them all their little 
Goddamn shitty things 
In the light it grows, slower than before 
"Ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..." 

Gimme some of your good loving 
I need your good loving 
Dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog 
I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog... 

Oh, Elvis, yer just standin' there and completely naked 
And I's jest thinkin' to m'self 
"Goddamn-it boy! You've come a quite a little while for 
Such a little country doggie..." 
And now it's touching himself in private 
How many people do you know who can make it through 
Life without ever buying a goddamn vowel