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YOU GOTTA KISS A LOTTA DOGS
(BEFORE YOU FIND YOUR BITCH)
Howdy everybody my name is Rex,
I’m a pure-bred Hound dog mighty perplexed,
Looking for the one thing every dog is due.
Ass sniffin, litter-worthy, cream of the crop,
So wag happy that her tail can’t stop,
I’ll know in a second that our puppy love is true.
But it seems these days that I’m having no luck,
Most of all the ladies ain’t nothing but mutts,
I’m running short on hydrant niceties.
The little French Poodles are a stuck-up bunch,
And the Chinese Pugs are just way out to lunch,
But I’ll never know for sure until I mount me two or three.
There’s only one sure way,
To ensure love’ll come your way,
The laws of average is a dog’s one and only hope.
As a belly rub makes a right leg twitch,
As a flea bite always makes an itch,
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
The days of getting by just by lickin’ myself,
Have given way to treats from the upper shelf,
As a full grown dog I like to bury my bone in something better.
At times I long for my days as a pup,
When humpin’ my master’s leg was enough,
Then I fell for the locks of a firey Irish Setter.
When that fell through I didn’t fret,
I just went with any dog that I could get,
I chased them all like the mailman in the yard.
I became the talk of the water dish,
‘Till I took a blind date on a Lab’s insist,
When I woke up I was pinned beneath a St. Bernard.
I should have took that as a sign to retreat,
But a hound dog always smells another in heat,
I tell you I’ve been chased away by many a broom.
Now my master’s on the phone with Dr. Nick,
My ears stood up when he said “Snip”
And now I think my playboy days are through.
There’s only one sure way,
To ensure love’ll come your way,
The laws of average is a dog’s one and only hope.
As a belly rub makes a right leg twitch,
As a flea bite always makes an itch,
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
The very next morning the door swung wide,
My master stepped off to one side,
My mood was low, I knew the end had come.
I walked out with my head hung low,
Thinkin’ that the Vet was where we had to go,
I knew this was the moment to make my final run.
But there in the yard was a glorious sight,
A Hound dog with a collar shining pink in the light,
She gave me a wink as she rolled in the morning dew.
She was ass-sniffin, litter-worthy, cream of the crop,
So wag happy that her tail wouldn’t stop,
And I knew in a second that our puppy love was true.
There’s only one sure way,
To ensure love’ll come your way,
The laws of average is a dog’s one and only hope.
As a belly rub makes a right leg twitch,
As a flea bite always makes an itch,
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
You gotta kiss a lotta dogs,
Before you find your bitch.
