[Intro – bright distorted guitar hook, bouncing bass, energetic punk drums] [Verse 1 – upbeat melodic female punk vocal] Took Doogie out at half past nine, same old route, we're doing fine, Stopped to tie my fucking shoe, looked back up— Where the fuck are you? Little bastard slipped away, twenty metres down the way, Past the fence and through a gap, tail held high like he had a map. Found him by a building site, standing there like he had every right, Four blokes working, one big hole— Doogie supervising the fucking lot. [Pre-Chorus – playful energetic build] He's checking every corner, he's inspecting every boot, Someone gave him half a sandwich— Now he's got recruits! [Chorus – huge joyful punk vocal] DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! NOBODY KNOWS HOW! He left the house unemployed and he's fucking working now! DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! LOOK AT THE LITTLE MAN GO! He's got no skills, no references— BUT FUCK ME, HE'S GOT SOMEWHERE TO GO! [Instrumental – upbeat crunchy guitar riff] [Verse 2 – fast playful vocal] Walking round the timber stack, follows every worker back, Stares into a massive hole like he's personally in control. Someone moves a traffic cone, Doogie checks the work they've done, Little nose against the ground, quality assurance all around. One guy says he's doing great, another says he can't be late, Someone finds a yellow vest, way too big across his chest. Now he's standing by the gate, looking fucking professional, I've been here for fifteen minutes— This is getting questionable. [Pre-Chorus – bigger] He's made friends with Gary, he's been paid in bits of ham, Nobody has asked me who the fuck I even am! [Chorus – joyful full-band] DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! NOBODY KNOWS HOW! He's got colleagues, he's got duties, he's got fucking purpose now! DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! BEST WORKER ON THE CREW! Doesn't know what they're building— BUT NEITHER DO I, SO THAT MAKES TWO! [Instrumental Break – melodic guitar lead, bouncing bass, driving drums] [Bridge – warm melodic punk vocal] I call his name, he looks at me, then looks back at the site. Apparently he's weighing up his fucking work-life rights. I shake the lead, I show a treat, he doesn't even move. Gary scratches both his ears and says he's got a lot to prove. He's never shown this dedication to a single thing at home. Ask him not to eat some rubbish? Suddenly the bastard's deaf. But give him one construction site, a sandwich and a vest— Apparently my unemployed Beagle has discovered what he does best. [Drums build] [Final Verse – energetic melodic vocal] Lunchtime comes, the workers sit, Doogie parks himself with them, Everybody shares a little bit, he's employee of the month by ten. Then the engines start again, little legs are back at work, Following the wheelbarrow, checking every pile of dirt. Finally I say we're going home, he gives the site one final scan, Walks away reluctantly— a tired working man. [Final Chorus – huge euphoric punk vocal] DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! NOBODY KNOWS HOW! Started out on morning walkies, got a fucking career somehow! DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! PUT HIS NAME ABOVE THE DOOR! He's got no training, no qualifications— BUT HE'S COMING BACK TOMORROW! DOOGIE HAS A JOB NOW! LOOK AT THE LITTLE MAN GO! Nine to five? More nine to lunch— THEN HOME TO SLEEP FOR SIXTEEN HOURS OR SO! [Final bright guitar riff] [Outro – fully sung, warm female vocal] Home by two, dinner gone, Doogie hits the couch. Hard day's work for a little dog— He's fucking clocked out.
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