[Verse 1]
You charge at the mailman like he owes you a steak,
Then bark at your tail when it moves by mistake.
I’m king of the windowsill, calm and composed,
You nap by the food bowl with your nose in your toes.
Your leash is a lifeline, your squeaky toy’s fame,
I knock one cup down and they still say my name.
You bring home a stick like you conquered a tree,
I bring home one hairball—whole house thanks me.

[Chorus]
You’re a good boy, sure, but I run this place,
I claim every cushion, you get floor space.
You wag for a biscuit, I blink, they comply—
You fetch what they throw; I decide what flies.

[Verse 2]
You’ve got a big bed, still you sleep by the door,
I fit in a shoebox and somehow want more.
You sniff every shrub like it’s breaking the news,
I stare at one speck and the whole room gets views.
Your bowl’s full of kibble, you whine for a treat,
I taste one small morsel, then leave it to eat—
Well, leave it untouched, while you clean up the rest;
You’re a vacuum with paws, and I’m dressed to impress.

[Chorus]
You’re a good boy, sure, but I run this place,
I claim every cushion, you get floor space.
You wag for a biscuit, I blink, they comply—
You fetch what they throw; I decide what flies.

[Bridge]
But when the thunder rolls, you come find my chair,
I make room beside me—pretend I don’t care.
You’re loud, you’re a goof, and your manners need work,
Still you’re my big buddy, you lovable berk.

[Final Chorus]
You’re a good boy, sure, and I’ll give you that,
You guard the whole house while I nap like a brat.
We both get the snacks, we both get the praise—
You’re my favorite dog… on most of the days.
[Outro]
Now move that big tail, you’re blocking my sun.