My dog's an awkward hound, sniffing round on the ground, tail up nose down for hours & hours & hours & hours sniffing at the garbage cans of power he don't smell like a flower (take a whiff, take a shower) but he knows what's underneath that lid MY DOG knows where the bones are hid Dig down deep, a damn dog'll dig deeper creep if you like but he's a light sleeper bury that smoking gun in a hurry even if it's deader than a letter in a shredder better worry, better run, better scurry, 'cos he knows just what the chairman did MY DOG knows where the bones are hid My dog won't chase cats or bats or gnats just big fat rats, he'll get on the track and his jaws won't slack until he feels the backbone crack rats may be rich or rats may be clever one thing of which they'll never get rid MY DOG knows where the bones are hid