How much is the little doggy in the window
How much can the little doggy be
When I look at the doggy in the window
I see that the doggy is me, that the doggy is, that the doggy isme

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