Scratchin’ at the Open Door
(scritch
scratch)
You've got a flap that goes back and forth
An open highway to the south and north
But you're standing right there on the rug
Staring at the handle like a little bug
Three inches to the left,
it's swinging wide
A free pass to the great outside
But you demand the royal golden key
Why you scratching on the door When the doggy door is open?
Yeah, you're scratching on the door And I'm sitting here hoping
You'll figure it out (please figure it
out)
Your nose is wet
and your tail is high
You look at me with a questioning eye
The plastic portal is breezy and free
But you still want the service from me (scritch scritch)
It's right there
Just a little push,
buddy
No dirty paws, even if it's muddy
Just walk on through
Why you scratching on the door When the doggy door is open?
Yeah, you're scratching on the door And I'm sitting here hoping
You'll figure it out
Just push the flap...
(just push it)
There you go
Oh, you're just gonna lie down instead
(fine,
okay)