Go Fluff Yourself 🐕

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[Intro – nu-disco groove, muted guitar chops, playful bass]
Seven something, here we go
I know that look, I know that nose
I’m at the desk, you’re on patrol
And apparently attention’s owed
[Verse 1]
Wet nose boops my arm
Like I didn’t feel it the first three times
One paw hits, then here comes two
Now both are hanging over mine
I turn around, you’re in my face
Breathing like you pay this place
I say “not now,” you disagree
With one loud bark directly into me
[Chayton: sharp bark]
Woof!
[Pre-Chorus]
I know this dance
I know this game
Every damn night
It goes the same
You push your luck
I lose my cool
You know exactly
What you’re trying to do
[Build – instruments gradually intensify]
[gentle] Go fluff yourself.
[Chayton: single bark] Woof.
[slightly louder] Go fluff yourself.
[Chayton: two sharp barks] Woof! Woof!
[firmer, each word separated] Go. Fluff. Your. Self.
[Chayton: louder] WOOF! WOOF!
[shouted] SERIOUSLY!
GO FLUFF YOURSELF!
[Chayton: full retaliation] WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
[hard stop]
THAT’S IT!
[Chorus – full nu-disco / pop-punk explosion]
Go fluff yourself, you fluffer nutter
Get those paws off my shoulder
You bark at me, I bark right back
And somehow that just makes you bolder
Go fluff yourself, you fuzzy punk
You know damn well what you’ve done
I’m trying hard to stay annoyed
But look at that face
Goddammit, you won
[Post-Chorus – rhythmic barks over groove]
Woof!
Woof woof!
Arooooo!
[Verse 2]
Sixteen percent Husky
That’s what the DNA says
But somewhere around seven or eight
She hits a hundred percent
Nineteen percent Boxer
But that part clocks out at night
The Husky grabs the steering wheel
And chooses violence on sight
Chair rolls back, here we go
You want the hands? You got ’em, bro
Tail going wild, room getting loud
Now we’re wrestling on the ground
[Pre-Chorus 2]
You wanted this
Don’t act surprised
That little devil
Behind those eyes
One more bark
One more attack
You know damn well
I’m barking back
[Build 2 – faster escalation]
Go fluff yourself!
Woof!
GO FLUFF YOURSELF!
WOOF! WOOF!
GO. FLUFF. YOUR. SELF!
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
THAT’S IT!
[Breakdown – distorted guitars crash into disco beat]
C’mere, you little shit!
I’MA KICK YOUR ASS!
[playful roughhousing chaos, barking, drums crashing]
WOOF!
WOOF!
AROOO!
WOOF WOOF WOOF!
[Final Chorus – biggest, gang vocals]
GO FLUFF YOURSELF, YOU FLUFFER NUTTER
GET THOSE PAWS OFF MY SHOULDER
YOU BARK AT ME, I BARK RIGHT BACK
AND EVERY ROUND JUST GETS US LOUDER
GO FLUFF YOURSELF, YOU FUZZY PUNK
YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU’VE DONE
I SWEAR TO GOD I’M STILL PISSED OFF
[brief drop]
…look at that face.
[full band returns]
Goddammit, you won.
[Outro – groove falls away, quiet room]
[breathing settling, soft collar jingle]
You’re lucky you’re cute.
[Chayton: tiny bark]
Woof.
[end]

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[Intro – nu-disco groove, muted guitar chops, playful bass] Seven something, here we go I know that look, I know that nose I’m at the desk, you’re on patrol And apparently attention’s owed [Verse 1] Wet nose boops my arm Like I didn’t feel it the first three times One paw hits, then here comes two Now both are hanging over mine I turn around, you’re in my face Breathing like you pay this place I say “not now,” you disagree With one loud bark directly into me [Chayton: sharp bark] Woof! [Pre-Chorus] I know this dance I know this game Every damn night It goes the same You push your luck I lose my cool You know exactly What you’re trying to do [Build – instruments gradually intensify] [gentle] Go fluff yourself. [Chayton: single bark] Woof. [slightly louder] Go fluff yourself. [Chayton: two sharp barks] Woof! Woof! [firmer, each word separated] Go. Fluff. Your. Self. [Chayton: louder] WOOF! WOOF! [shouted] SERIOUSLY! GO FLUFF YOURSELF! [Chayton: full retaliation] WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! [hard stop] THAT’S IT! [Chorus – full nu-disco / pop-punk explosion] Go fluff yourself, you fluffer nutter Get those paws off my shoulder You bark at me, I bark right back And somehow that just makes you bolder Go fluff yourself, you fuzzy punk You know damn well what you’ve done I’m trying hard to stay annoyed But look at that face Goddammit, you won [Post-Chorus – rhythmic barks over groove] Woof! Woof woof! Arooooo! [Verse 2] Sixteen percent Husky That’s what the DNA says But somewhere around seven or eight She hits a hundred percent Nineteen percent Boxer But that part clocks out at night The Husky grabs the steering wheel And chooses violence on sight Chair rolls back, here we go You want the hands? You got ’em, bro Tail going wild, room getting loud Now we’re wrestling on the ground [Pre-Chorus 2] You wanted this Don’t act surprised That little devil Behind those eyes One more bark One more attack You know damn well I’m barking back [Build 2 – faster escalation] Go fluff yourself! Woof! GO FLUFF YOURSELF! WOOF! WOOF! GO. FLUFF. YOUR. SELF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! THAT’S IT! [Breakdown – distorted guitars crash into disco beat] C’mere, you little shit! I’MA KICK YOUR ASS! [playful roughhousing chaos, barking, drums crashing] WOOF! WOOF! AROOO! WOOF WOOF WOOF! [Final Chorus – biggest, gang vocals] GO FLUFF YOURSELF, YOU FLUFFER NUTTER GET THOSE PAWS OFF MY SHOULDER YOU BARK AT ME, I BARK RIGHT BACK AND EVERY ROUND JUST GETS US LOUDER GO FLUFF YOURSELF, YOU FUZZY PUNK YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU’VE DONE I SWEAR TO GOD I’M STILL PISSED OFF [brief drop] …look at that face. [full band returns] Goddammit, you won. [Outro – groove falls away, quiet room] [breathing settling, soft collar jingle] You’re lucky you’re cute. [Chayton: tiny bark] Woof. [end]

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