[1st verse:]
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Ev'ry time I see you sitting in your lady's lap
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My heart fills up with sympathy for you
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I am pretty sure that you would be a far more happy chap
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If you could do what other doggies do
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They say it's blissful to be dumb and if that's really so
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I'm mighty glad that ignorance is bliss
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It's better that they meant you to be dumb because I know
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'Twould break your heart if you knew what you miss
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[1st refrain:]
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You've never had a horseshoe or a can tied to your tail
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You never yet have stuck your nose into a garbage pail
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You're not allowed to chase the cat around the place
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Or come home in the evening with a lovely dirty face
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While all the other human dogs go 'round without a care
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A-hunting for their breakfast and their dinner here and there
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They feed you indigestion from a Plaza bill of fare
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Poor little rich girl's dog
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[2nd verse:]
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Ev'ry day an English butler dolls you up in style
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And you and Madam motor off to tea
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Then you have to sit up straight and look your very grandest while
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Your Mistress lies about your pedigree
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They pick you out a "soul mate" that they purchase at the store
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You're not allowed to choose your future wife
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You have to marry someone that you never met before
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My God, but you do lead a rotten life
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[2nd refrain:]
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You've never sunk your teeth into a hobo's trouser patch
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They chase the fleas so you can't have a good old-fashioned scratch
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You're not allowed to "greet" a dog upon the street
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The straight and narrow path for yours, you can't be indiscreet
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You don't know what it means to find a great big juicy bone
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Your Mistress doesn't think it right to let you out alone
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Her husband who wears corsets has to be your chaperone
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Poor little rich girl's dog
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Poor Little Rich Girl's Dog
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| Irving Berlin |
