| My Boss |
| There's a Bulldog on my butt holding on with his jaws, He won't let go; he's scratching me with his paws, Every time I turn around I see him hanging there, His teeth locked tight to my derriere, I've tried to shake him loose, But he just bit down harder on my caboose, I tried to sit and smash him flat, He wouldn't have any of that, I guess I'll have to do my work, That Bulldog's my boss, What a jerk! |