I was weary
Feeling stoned

My favorite dog
Had died
I had her cloned

Then she had pups
One's mind was fluff

And now when she's around
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
Won't fetch or lay down
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
Won't fetch or lay down


When I take her out
To walk on the street

When passers-by
Say "Aww,
Your pup-py is cute!"

Her snarling starts
And barkness comes

And painful bites abound
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
Takes passers-by down
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
Takes passers-by down


Snarl on killer-girl
Snarl and whine

Your time has come
To dine
The mailman is on his way

See how she dines
(Oh) She's just man's best friend

She'll chase and bite be-hinds
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
On pit-bulls, she'll dine
Like a bitch, rover's troubled daughter,
Balls she eats are thine