| Back in the day when dogs could talk | 
| In the soft white belly of the beast | 
| Dairy queen madmen chased the girls | 
| And muscle cars ruled the streets. | 
| Back in the day when dogs could talk | 
| Dared to dream of something more | 
| Not a place on the line to punch in time | 
| Owe your soul to the company store. | 
| Back when dogs could talk | 
| Back when dogs could talk | 
| In a chevy coupe we cruised and schemed | 
| To rule the world thru rock and roll | 
| And laughed till our sides ached at what we saw | 
| And hoped wed live before we got old. | 
| Back in the day when dogs could talk | 
| Dropped plenty acid, listened to coltrane | 
| Pissed off our parents, angered the police | 
| With guns and guitars both loud and profane. | 
| J.edgar hoovers got his panties in a bunch | 
| As the white panthers rise to the occasion | 
| In black leather jackets and m-1 carbines | 
| Reefer smoking and slogans blazing. | 
| Not that i want to turn back the clock | 
| Back to the day when dogs could talk | 
| Were doing righteous work, we cannot be stopped | 
| Back in the day when dogs could talk. | 
| This goes out to all the people that make their money | 
| By the sweat of their brow | 
| This goes out to all my blue collar workers, | 
| All my loading dock workers, | 
| All my carpenters, my plumbers, | 
| My assembly line workers, my united auto workers, | 
| Postal workers, city sanitation men, | 
| Cab drivers, bartenders, waitresses, | 
| All my state and federal employees, | 
| My food service workers, gardeners, | 
| Day laborers, tool and die workers, | 
| Auto mechanics, child care workers, | 
| Musicians and road crews, | 
| Youre the salt of the earth, | 
| And i love you. | 
| You are somebody. |