Old Yeller liked to eat,
Just like Old Blue
Carnivores, they like meat. . .
Eat a sheep, maybe a ewe
But there's a warning sign
You see on their head
It's something that gets 'em baying,
Wakes you up in your bed
Feels irritatin'
Gotta make 'em scram
Gonna cover my pet with
Powder from a can.

CHORUS:
Doggone! Dogs live in a flea world.
Doggone! Dogs live in a flea world.
Doggone! Dogs live in a flea world.
Begone! Dogs live in a flea world.

I see him scratchin' as they bite
With their razor-sharp fangs
They're gorging with delight
And they work in gangs.

I'll blow these insects away,
Or at least I'll make 'em split
Hope to end their life--
That's all there is to it.

Dogs are all id
About all they do is drool
On their leashes they do tug,
But their noses can't be fooled.

CHORUS:

I got a thousand pounds of shite
Sittin' on my land.
I should gather and put it
In the trash can.

Meanwhile, the vermin bore,
And Rover scrapes 'em
This powder is toxic
But it should erase 'em.

But they can vault to people
On whose skin they thrive.
Mine starts to burn--
They're still alive!!

Dogoff! I now host a flea world.
Dogoff! I now host a flea world.
Dogoff! I now host a flea world.
Begone! I don't want a flea world!