[Intro] [distorted electric guitar chugging riff, drum fill] [harmonized lead guitar melody] [Verse 1] [gritty male vocals] He's got a face like he kissed a truck Black little pug and he don't give a fuck Terrorizing every dog in sight He's the little dictator of the house tonight [Pre-Chorus] Behind that gate he's a killer machine Barking like the meanest dog you've ever seen Open that gate, now watch him flee Don't look at me, don't look at me [Chorus] Sniff and piss, that's his claim to fame Every chair in tire gets marked the same Sniff it once, then let it rip That's our little buddy Sniff and piss [Bridge] [drums and guitar drop to half-time feel] [spoken vocals] He's ten pounds of attitude Two pounds of courage Unless the gate's open [Guitar Solo] [bluesy distorted solo with wah-wah effect, fast alternate picking] [Verse 2] [full band returns] He'll sniff the mower, he'll sniff the food He'll sniff damn near anything if he's in the mood Then suddenly he stops, what do you know? One little leg up and there he goes [Chorus] [sustained vocal belt] Sniff and piss, that's his claim to fame Every chair in tire gets marked the same Sniff it once, then let it rip That's our little buddy Sniff and piss [Outro] [guitar feedback, slow drum beat] [spoken vocals] Yeah he's ugly, he's funny, he's our little terrorist But we love him to death We wouldn't trade him for anything Through all his trouble, through all his piss He's our little black pug And we wouldn't change a thing
