Now boss Mitt Romney went for a ride Pulled up on a highway side Tied me down up on the roof Boss I hollered, woof woof woof
Don’t look right, it don’t seem right Hot in the day, cold all night Where I’m goin’ I just don’t know Poor dog’s got to bottle up and go
He had a ride, sure not ridin’ Poor dog he really had a ride He had a ride, sure not ridin’ Up on the rooftop here I’m sat
Oh Mr Boss, cut me down! I won’t spread that story ’round And the mean things that you’re trying to do ... I won’t blow no whistle on you. Take me down from this roof Please master boss Woof, woof, woof