In a dog´s life
A yeahr is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven
It seems to me
As we make our own few circles ´round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven yeahrs go by like one
Dog yeahrs -- It is the season of the itch
Dog yeahrs -- With every scratch it reappears
In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But these connections are mysterious
It seems to me
While it is true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There´s barely time to go outside & play
Dog yeahrs -- It is the season of the itch
Dog yeahrs -- With every scratch it reappears
Dog yeahrs -- For every sad son of a bitch
Dog yeahrs -- With his tail between his ears
I would rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
Than be living in these dog yeahrs
In a dog´s brain
A constant buzz of low-level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic
It seems to me
As well make our own few circles ´round the block
We have lost our senses
For the higher-level static of talk
Rush Ringtones