Our Dogs

Arn Dog, he barks like a dog Chonk Dog, he eats like a dog Ah but they're good kitties Except when you go to sleep They start attacking your feet Arn Dog, he's a playing machine Chonk Dog, he's a digesting machine Ah but they're good kitties And they came They came from the street It started with one It turned into two We went to see Brando But Arnold was right there purring for you They're brothers from the street A black and ginger team Running up and down the stairs As happy as two dogs can be Arn Dog, he's a lapdog Chonk Dog, he's my best bud Ah but they're good kitties Except when you go to sleep And they start a clawing your feet