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Bostonian Terrier

Bostonian Terrier

Is this the dog park?
Are you just walking me?
Caught in a choke chain,
No escape from them training me.

Open your nose,
Walk up to some butts and sniff,
I'm just a puppy, I see no place to pee,
Yet I will tinkle some, let it flow,
Dookie nigh, dookie slow,
Any way the poop scoops doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Master, just chewed a shoe,
Put my teeth against its sole,
Clamped my jaws, now there's some holes.
Master, trust had just begun,
But now you lock me in the crate all day.

Master, ooh,
Didn't want you gone at work,
If you're not home again same time this evening,
Barking on, barking on, as if silence didn't matter.

Too late, vet day has come,
Tall hackles on my spine,
Body shaking the whole drive.
Goodbye, little buddies, you've got to go,
Gotta chop you off today under the knife.

Master, ooh (any way the poop scoops),
I'm not gonna lie,
I sometimes wish you'd never cut off my balls!

I saw a little creaturetto on the run,
It's a squirrel! It's a squirrel! Can I chase the fast thing now?
Fireworks, subwoofers,
Very, very ruff for me.
(Cesar Millan) Cesar Millan.
(Cesar Millan) Cesar Millan,
Cesar Millan Canine Cop.
Howl at the moon-oon-oon-oon-oon.

Now I'm a lost dog, nobody owns me.
Neither a collar, nor a pet microchip.
Spare him from life as a dog-pound puppy.

See spot run, see him go, will you throw the ball?
Rin Tin Tin! No, we will not throw the ball. (Throw the ball!)
Rin Tin Tin! We will not throw the ball. (Throw the ball!)
Rin Tin Tin! We will not throw the ball. (Throw the ball!)
Will not throw the ball. (Throw the ball!)
Never throw that tennis ball.
No matter how you bark.
Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.
Oh, gimme Milk-Bones, gimme Milk-Bones (gimme Milk-Bones, Pedigree.)
The Dog Catcher has a dognet put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can eat steak and give me no piece?
So you think I can do tricks and not get a treat?
Oh, alpha, some day I will be: alpha,
Just gotta get past, just gotta get right past that fence.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Not that many dog years
left in store for me.
Not that many dog years...
Not that many dog years for me.

Any way the poop scoops.

Daniel Gingras 01/09/2017

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