Your Dog

He rides in the front seat
I ride in the back
While I'm eating leftovers
He's dining on gourmet snacks
You keep me om a lease
While he gets to run free
You treat your dog better
Than you treat me

You rub him on his belly
And he gives your face a lick
When I want a little lovin'
You tell me to go fetch a stick
Every time I get next to you
He growls and bears his teeth
You treat your dog better than you treat me

Pat me on the head
I'll do you some tricks of my own
Even sit up and beg
Honey please throw me a bone

I'm a Heinz fifty-seven
He has a purebred pedigree
You treat your dog better
Than you treat me

It's enough to make me want to howl
But I love you too much
To just throw in the towel
I'm getting tired of playing second fiddle
To a bag of fleas
You treat your dog better
Than you treat me