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I'm a tiny dog named Dixie
I have small feet which pitter patter on the linoleum floor
you can hear my toe nails in the middle of the night
My tag says I belong to the Johnson's,
but they don't own me, they just feed me, they just bought me one day
No one owns me, I'm Dixie the tiny dog
And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun
and i hear young children call me a wiener dog
And perhaps thats what i am,
but dramatic term is dauschen, and I like that
I'm thin and I'm proud and no one can make fun of me
I can slip through the bars of a prison if i were ever incarcerated
but i don't know what I'd do
wrong, my body yields no evil inclination
I'm a pure wiener dog
My name is Dixie and I go dancing across the floor
in the evening of the Johnson's when everyones sleeping
Sometimes I look for a morsel of food but they're so
clean they're almost anal retentive in the cleanliness habits
And there's nothing for me
But I don't despair cuz i know tomorrow my gains burgers will be
there and they will unwrap the plastic from
them and feed me this succulent dish and I will eat
And oh I watch the German Shepard's with their long necks,
their graceful necks,
dipping into the toilet to drink whenever they
want, to have a drink of cool water in that well
But I must plead, I must beg,
I must whine for Mr. Johnson to put out my bowl
Or one of the Johnson boys to refill if after I drink it
Because I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like water
And in the middle of the night you can see me dancing
a small Fred Astire tap dance with my little toenails
They go click click click against the linoleum
And I run down the hall and I slide
And the back of me goes in front of me... slowly
I am long and I am thin
I'm Dixie the tiny dog, and I like it
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