"What's A Dog Think?" lyrics
"What's A Dog Think?"
What's a dog think you're doing
When you're vacuuming the floor?
What's that random forward, backward
Noisy, nonstop motion for?
What's a dog think you're doing
As you cross the lawn once more
Walking to and fro all day
Behind that other thing that roars?
You walk in, the lights come on
You walk out, the place grows dark
If a stranger gets too close outside
You know I'm bound to bark
What's a dog think you're doing?
What's a dog think's the reason
That a fire truck blazes by?
With its bright lights all a-flashing
And that loud thing wailin' high?
You walk out, the place grows dark
You walk in, the lights come on
Well, I don't know where you go all day
But, damn, I'm glad you're home
What's a dog think you're doing?
Tails are wagging, tails are wagging
Wagging most expectantly
I have amped up expectations
That you'll now find time for me
What's a dog think's the reason
When a thunderclap resounds?
What's that big, bombastic boom burst
Rattling everything around?
Is there no place I can run to?
Is there nowheres I can hide?
Can I just stay close beside you
Till what scares me so subsides?
What's a dog think is happening
When he's riding in the car?
He can see you steer the wheel
And what a God he thinks you are
What's a dog think you're doing?
What's a dog think you're doing?
Yeah, what's a dog think you're doing?
Thanks to Lee S for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Samuel Stephen Forbert
- AZLyrics
- S
- Steve Forbert Lyrics
album:
"Moving Through America" (2022)
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