SASHA: You were the pick of a litter, A standout before your first yip. Now you're caught up in the glitter. Oh, brother. It's time for a tip.
(Be your own dog.) Oh, sell it, sisters. (Be your own dog.) Oh, yeah.
Some dogs were born for glamour, Swell digs and fancy chow. Some dogs were made for the slammer. There's no rhyme or reason, no how. (Bow wow.)
But every mutt's a masterpiece, No snap to duplicate. So, when I see you Try not to be you, I wanna cry 'cause you're great.
Honey, if you'd only be your own dog, Gee, it would give me a thrill. Be original as your paw print. You'll win my heart if you will Be your own dog.
(Won't you be your own dog?) Woof woof. (Won't you be your own dog?)
Some Pit Bulls can be proper. (Oh yeah!) Some Pekes will trash the joint. (Oh my!) Not every Shepherd's a copper. Hey, I sure hope I'm making my point.
We're also individual From Great Dane down to Pug, Short-hair or shaggy, Hangdog or raggy, And then there's you, you big lug.
Honey, if you'd only be your own dog, Gee, it would give me a thrill. Be original as your paw print. You'll win my heart if you will Be your own dog.
(Won't you be your own dog?) Be your own dog. (Won't you be your own dog?)
Don't like fancy tricks the way some do? There's no need to fetch me my ball. I don't want no tough-talkin' gumshoe. You don't have to wear shoes at all.
Ooh, if you'd only be your own dog, Gee, it would give me a thrill. Be original as your paw print. You'll win my heart if you will Be your own dog.
Be your own dog. Be your own dog. You'll win my heart if you will...