I'm only getting in where I fit in This a two-seater you cannot sit in I got a dub in the rear end I got caught when I fucked her friend Say I wouldn't do it and did it again I got some dogs who want me to win Went to the lot and bought a new Benz I hit

And I just can't seem to break The shackles of the city boy blues Well, I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe go head out My heart's in the

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

(Will they come?) Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs I'll keep a friend serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's come, been and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Beware of

As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting I will tell you what you want to hear, and not mean anything Then I treat you like a dog as I shoot my venom in You pretend you didn't know that I am a scorpion, oh My life is everything That feeds

Dog eat dog Hey, hey, hey Every dog has his day It's a dog eat dog Well it's a dog eat dog Eat cat too The French eat frog And I eat you Businessman, when you make a deal

Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly Think we lost the chicken I chased the chicken Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry. My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard

I'm a dog shaped ashtray I'm a shrugging moustache wearing a speedo tuxedo I'm a movie with no plot, written in the back seat of a piss powered taxi I'm an imperial armpit, sweating Chianti I'm a toilet with no seat, flushing tradition down I'm socialist

I'll be your dog And I'll be your dog I'll pick you up When this road gets too rough I'll be your light when you're stuck in this night Underneath my feet I'm looking for something Dusty headlights and I can't see I feel the wind of the south blowing

For the rest of your lives Lost in a fog I've been treated like a dog And I'm out of here I got no name And I feel no shame And I got no fear And I bow down To the tears of a clown