Rackets & Drapes - Disease Of Me Lyrics
How much is the little doggy in the windowHow much can the little doggy beWhen I look at the doggy in the windowI see that the doggy is me, that the doggy is, that the doggy is meJust like the doggy that returns to its own vomitAnd the pig that plays in the mudLook around and you'll see that the world is fullof sweets and goodies to eatIt's like a drug and it turns into a habitAnd it rots out all of your teethThat disease of, that disease of meJust like the doggy that returns to its own vomitAnd the pig that plays in the mud