Catdog Shuffle
(pant, pant,
pant)
Hobbes plays fetch with his human boy Luke
Brings the stick back with an eager look
Trots beside Kaliber down the street
No leash needed for those little feet (pitter-patter)
He's the cat that thinks he is a dog
Charging through the grass and leaping every log
Standing on his paws with a funny little bark
He thinks he is a dog,
though he's smaller than a shoe (woof!)
He wrestles on the rug with Luke and big Kaliber
A fierce little heavyweight of royal caliber
Patrolling round the drive when strangers draw near
A tiny raspy growl to strike them with fear (grrrr!)
He hunts down mice and squirrels in the yard
A rabbit or two keeps the hound on his guard Forget about
catnip, forget about a purr He's a golden retriever in calico fur
(ruff ruff!)
He's the cat that thinks he is a dog
Charging through the grass and leaping every log
Standing on his paws with a funny little bark
He thinks he is a dog,
though he's smaller than a shoe Yeah he runs the pack and
he knows just what to do!
Barely bigger than a running shoe (hahaha)
Good boy Hobbes
(meow? ... woof!)