When you looked into his eyes, all he did was bark and whine.
I didn't want to hear it.
You cattered to that dog, since we met
I'm not playing second fiddle to your damn pet.
And I was so sick of that mutt, thinking my leg was a cold cut.
Hey, one of us had to go.
So I hope you like this dish, I made for you, it's a special kind of stew.
Because:
It isn't chicken.
And it isn't liver
because it's Rover.
I marinated....that dog I hated
yes it's Rover.
It's Rover!
It's Rover!
It's Rover!