Song's about a shit, dawg.
Oh, I took him to a wedding, and he pissed on all the guests.
And when I had one of my own, he'd choose my woman's dress.
He's a bag.
He's a bag, dawg.
Oh, my dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
Oh, my dawg.
I took him for a walk down at the local park,
but he'd choose a leash out of my hand,
and he'd choose some child's ass.
That child screamed out help.
He'd just choose my woman.
He'd choose to never give her up,
but she'd like him some more.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
Oh, my dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
I took him to the veterinarian to have the little fucker put down,
but he ate the vet, and then he trashed the place,
and then he fled the town.
I seen his picture in the paper,
saw him on TV,
and he scored the payouts all over the place.
He's got some blame on me.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
My dawg. He's a bag, bag, dawg.
