I got a little dog, the doggy's name is Doggy Fresh
and out of every single dog I've ever met, he's the best.
And the rest of the dogs in the world, I wouldn't own 'em.
Yo, my moms tried to clone him. I got sewn in
his skin a little microchip
so he could be a cyborg. Wanna get him equipped
with a GPS and the 802.11b
so he could hit me up on IRC when he got to go out and pee
and not just stand by the door and whine.
Wish he'd grow an opposable thumb sometimes.
Yo, but I don't mind. It gets me out and about.
It's good to walk around the block, remind the dog he ain't allowed
to eat no street chicken, and chase no squirrels,
just to keep on kicking with a tail that curls,
just to keep on fancy stepping with the ears that flop,
just to rock. Yes, Doggy Fresh, you don't stop.
(Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?)
I got a little dog the doggy's name is Doggy Fresh
and he be crazy charismatic like David Koresh.
You can try to stay pissed about the fur on your clothes,
but look out, you 'bout to giggle when he lick on your nose.
Call and he shows up fast. He throws up grass.
If you got a nice carpet he be dragging his ass,
and he don't like baths, and he barks at intruders.
He be begging where the food is like his owner was the cruelest
non-dog-food-purchasing dog owner ever;
he occasionally ekes out a treat through this endeavor.
But you got to forgive him with his big brown eyes.
You got to go on to admit my dog's incredibly fly.
He 'bout as fierce as a wolf, 'bout as big as a fox.
If he drops one beat I'ma knock 'em out the box.
Yo your cat's name may be Maceo,
but my dog is Doggy Fresh and Doggy Fresh is good to go!