Intro 2x: F  G  Am  F  G 

 Eb F Gm                        Eb F Gm
   In a dog's life, a year is really more like seven
 Eb F Gm                                Eb F Gm
   And all too soon a canine will be chasing cars in doggie heaven
 Bb C Dm                   Bb C Dm
   It seems to me, as we make our own few circles 'round the Sun
 Bb C Dm                         Bb C
   We get it backwards and our seven years go by like one
G      D                 A            B
   Dog years...It's the season of the itch
G      D                     A            B     F G Am  F G
   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears
 Eb F Gm                     Eb F Gm
   In the dog days, people look to Sirius
 Eb F Gm                               Eb F Gm
   Dogs cry for the moon, but these connections are mysterious
 Bb C Dm                       Bb C Dm
   It seems to me, while it's true that every dog will have his Day
 Bb C Dm                                   Bb C
   When all the bones are buried, there is barely time to go outside and play

G      D                 A            B
   Dog years...It's the season of the itch
G      D                     A            B
   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears
G      D                 A            B
   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch
G      D                 A                G    F G   G C
   Dog years...With his tail between his ears
F                   G               F             G          F            G C
   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time
F                   G               F             G          F            G
   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time
            Eb              F          Eb              F
   Than be living in these dog years, living in these dog years

Solo - Vocalização: Bb C Bb C Dm (2x)  
                    F G (2x)
                    Eb  F  Gm  Eb  F

 Eb F Gm                        Eb F Gm
   In a dog's brain a constant buzz of low level static
 Eb F Gm                            Eb F Gm
   One sniff at the hydrant and the answer is automatic
 Bb C Dm                    Bb C Dm
   It seems to me, as well make our own few circles 'round the block
 Bb C Dm                          Bb C
   We've lost our senses, for the higher level static of talk

G      D                 A            B
   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch
G      D                 A                G
   Dog years...With his tail between his ears

Bb           C            Bb
   In these dog years, oooo!
Bb           C            Bb
   In these dog years, oouu!
Bb           C            Bb
   In these dog years, oooo!
Bb           C            F G    F
   In these dog years, oouu! Oooo!
F            G             Eb F Gm   Eb F
   In these dog years, oooo!