You think you're gonna get all the money, huh?
A damn dog!
Do you have any idea what I do for that woman?
Half of her blood used to be my blood
Fluffy little face
With your fluffy dumb tail
Wagging to the pace
Life is tough with your plushy
Bedding and your tushy-petting-getting
Oh, I could choke you 'til you croak
'Cause my life's a joke
You see
For once in my life I'd have glee
If I didn't have to lift a finger
If I linger here by the Harlem Meer
And I have to lag
And help an old hag with her handbag
Bless you
Bless you
Achoo
Tissue?
Thank you
Yes, if we talk in the crosswalk
Then a bike group bikes by, bye-bye
And a horse on its course
Pulls its carriage with a force
And splat, you'll be flat
Like a hat that's been sat on
Mwahaha-haha-haha-ha
Mwahaha-haha-haha-ha
Mwahaha-haha-haha-ha
Ugh, that's exhausting
If there's a will, there's a way, there's a way
If there's a will, there's a way, there's a way
There's a way to get away scot-free
With a sneaky-deaky murder of the first degree
So, doggy don't mess
See now who's a pedigree
Me
Oops, I did not mean to come this way