Suggested by JenEllen on 14-Oct-2003:


THE DOGS, THEY REALLY MISS YOU
As recorded by The Austin Lounge Lizards on "Employee of the Month" (2006)

I know the day you left, you said, "Let's never talk again,"
But I'm not callin' for myself; I'm calling you for them.
Our little ones who wait at home are broken and upset,
And though they don't remember much, they can't seem to forget.

The dogs, they really miss you; they're different since you said goodbye.
They brood, they pout; they feel put out; if they could speak, they'd tell you, "Hi."
They're too down to play around; they hardly touch their meals.
The dogs they really miss you, and I know just how they feel.

Their tails won't wag; their hearts won't heal; they blame themselves that you're astray.
They're sorry that you felt tied down, and never learned to stay.
Molly's nose is warm and dry since she sat and watched you pack.
She figures that you must be lost and can't find your way back.

And Scooter's just a basket case; he won't accept my calls.
His squeaky toy lies silent; he's lost interest in his balls.

The dogs they really miss you; they're not themselves since you're not here.
They sleep all day, watch TV all night; they drink way too much beer.
They've seen "Old Yeller" forty times; they bathe less than they should.
The dogs, they've stopped their poker games, hoping you'll come home for good.

You know how they hate to beg, but the dogs are really blue,
Because they really miss you and you know that I do too.