| Shuffling down the street with his sideways feet
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| Stopping now and then and he’ll stop again
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| No doubt in his mind where he’s going
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| He doesn’t care for his hair or his teeth
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| And if the truth were known he’s a bit of a thief
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| Innocently lies, and it’s showing
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| Who’d imagine he’s man’s best friend
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| Knowing he’s your friend in the end
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| Won’t be around when you shout or swear
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| Not very sorry, he doesn’t care;
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| God knows why we call him old faithful
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| Pet him on the head, give the dog a bone;
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| Use a friendly tone, he won’t leave you alone
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| No one understands like old faithful
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| Early rise, is it wise?
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| Wonders happen now and then
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| Eats his fill, time to kill
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| Then goes back to sleep again
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| Trusty slave, bold and brave
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| And he roars like a lion
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| But in fact, it’s an act
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| And the truth is that he isn’t
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| No one understands it’s a dog’s life
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| Chases dreams, so it seems
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| He shines in his master’s light
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| Looking good, so he should
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| For the choice is very narrow
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| No one understands it’s a dog’s life
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| Shuffling down the street with his sideways feet
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| Stopping now and then and he’ll stop again
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| No doubt in his mind where he’s going
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| He doesn’t care for his hair or his teeth
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| And if the truth were known he’s a bit of a thief
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| Innocently lies, and it’s showing |