Doggy Style

Our master has gone off to work
The house is empty, now we run the show
There are mountains of food in the fridge
And a ton of trash on the TV

We sniff each other's butts, scare the cat
We chew on the cushions, we put on shoes
Who said a dog's life was a nightmare?
Wearing just our undies is the best

When Mario Hugo's not around
We dance the cha-cha-cha
Our style is one of a kind
We call it Doggy-Style
(Awooo!)

Copy-copy, element, adjective, blank mind
They ate the curtains
Used the rug as a bathroom
While cha-cha, coliform, tepo-tepo, and I didn’t do it
They jumped on the bed, I saw them, yeah

Bad iron, little palm, neumatex, and cortachurro
They swam in the aquarium and smoked some cigars
Etcetera, rinse in the washer, suitcase
If Mario Hugo shows up, this is the end

When Mario Hugo's not around
We really party
This is more than a brotherhood
I’m talking about Doggy-Style

Mario's almost home
And we gotta clean up
We'll be drooling again
Wagging our tails and barking
It'll be the end of Doggy-Style
But it will always come back