| The judge was all hungover
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| When the president took the stand
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| So he didn’t really notice
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| When things got out of hand
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| Then the press boys thank the president
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| And he tells them what to say
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| There’s a photo opportunity
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| And then they’re sent away
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| To a place where nothing matters
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| Where the wheels of progress turn
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| Where reality is fiction
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| But the dogs show no concern
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| Now the clerks look out the windows
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| At those dogs down in the park
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| Every window holds a staring face
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| Every desk stands piled with work
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| Now a dog cannot imagine
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| What it is to drive a car
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| And we in turn are limited
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| By what it is we are
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| We are dogs in our own paradise
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| In a theme park of our own
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| Doggy dancers doing doody
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| Doggy dreaming all day long
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| Dreaming all day long
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| Happy all day long
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| Dreaming all day long
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| In a paradise of our own
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| We are dogs in our own paradise
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| In a theme park of our own
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| Doggy dancers doing doody
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| Doggy dreaming all day long |