You come sniffiin' round here like I'm some prime choice cut of beef
I see you licking your lips, baby, and sharpening your teeth
You ain't nothing but a hound dog, baby, out to bury your bone
But my backyard, babe, is a no-bone zone
Well, I ain't no pole father, I don't own my own home
Don't ask me to throw your dog a bone
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
You know David Cho said it, "I like girls"
Iggy Pop said it, "They're all over this world"
My name is Action Pro Trudy, well, you can check my ID
Said I'm the founding father of the Paisley Pussy Posse
Well, I ain't no bone smoker, I don't own my own home
Don't ask me to throw your dog a bone
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
Barking up the wrong tree (barking up the wrong tree)
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I know it's retro to be hetro in this day and age
But I ain't even sign my metro, although it's all the rage
Well, you're sweet-talkin' daddy, it's all Greek to me
I ain't no backdoor man, baby, why can't you see?
I ain't no pole father, I don't own my own home
Don't ask me to throw your dog a bone
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
You're barking up the wrong tree now (you're barking up the wrong tree)
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're barking up the wrong tree)
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Barking up the wrong tree