Well, baby abused take-out all night long--
She'd waste meat fries, beef, duck from Wong's.
I'd work to thighs open, had to pry.
Table lurchin', 'twas burdened with pie.

You know, I used to lug her;
She's hauled by Rover now.
You know, I used to lug her;
She's hauled by Rover now.

She used to wake each mornin',
Ingest twelve loaves of bread,
Twelve pints of curry;
"Your last meal, could be," I said.
She'd say, "Come here and bear
Me to the mart downtown.
You've gotta take me,
'Cause the car's broke down". . .

. . .Because she'd popped the lug nuts--
Sat down, fat as a cow.
I dropped; you're gonna lug, mutt!
Yeah, you'll haul, Rover, now.

Well, he used to run around,
Was rescued from the pound.
Now spent 'cause my honey's
Weight gain has made him lame.
Then he gave out;
It was a pity how he died.
Take my earnin's; now purchase a ride.

You know, I used to lug her;
She's hauled in Rover now.
You know, I used to tug her;
She's hauled in Rover now.
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