Rackets And Drapes: "Disease Of Me" Lyrics

How much is that doggy in the window {ruff ruff}

the one with the wagity tail How much can that little doggy be

When I look at that doggy in the window

I see that the doggy is me, that the doggy is, that the doggy is me



Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit

And the pig that plays in the mud



Look around and you'll see that the world is full

of sweets and goodies to eat

It's like a drug and it turns into a habit

And it rots out all of your teeth

That disease of, that disease of me



Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit

And the pig that plays in the mud