There's nothin' vet can do - to worms you're on way
No pet cemetery, nay!
Tax'dermy bound now as long as you're clay
Stuffin' you's the right thing to do
Stuffin' you's the right thing

Bow wow wow - it's so, so sad that bad truck deflated your corpse
But tanners can refurb amazing
But though contorted bit, I know you’ll be redone and restored
Stuffin' you's the right thing to do
Stuffin' you's the right thing

Bow wow wow - and it used to be for a while
You’d deliver bones right to my floor
Begging me for a little dog treat
But Alpo liver's cans are needed not here anymore

Mounted there you stand such a mutt bow-wowser
Postured livin' - filled with sawdust ground
And although parts are fake I'm shown still my hound
Stuffin' you's the right thing to do
Stuffin' you's the right thing
Stuffin' you's the right thing to do
You're spotlightedy pooch

Fluff exudes no longer strewn on furniture - no va-cuum
I love you now yet hear no bow-wow
Flea-free zone, you're just shavings filed away
I snuffle in sorrow, at you up on display...
'Cus you're stuffed Rove
You’re un-woofed in alcove

Bow wow wow wow (etc)

Fido's mount'