Texty: Gentle Giant. Other. Dog's Life.

Shuffling down the street with his sideways feet
Stopping now and then and he'll stop again,
No doubt in his mind where's going

He doesn't care for his hair or his teeth
And if the truth were know he's a bit of a thief,
Innocently lies, and it's showing

Who'd imagine he's man's best friend
Knowing he's your friend in the end

Won't be around when you shout or swear
Not very sorry, he doesn't care;
God knows why we call him old faithful

Pat him on the head, give the dog a bone;
Use a friendly tone, he won't leave you alone
No one understands like old faithful

Early rise. Is it wise?
Wonders happen now and then
Eats his fill, time to kill
hen goes back to sleep again
Trusty slave, bold and brave
And he roars like a lion
But in fact, it's an act
And the truth is that he isn't
No one understands it's a dog's life

Repeat: Shuffling down the street