Pug Life Hustle

(yeah,

check it out)

(uh,

Frank in the building)

Waddle down the hallway,

velvet on the floor

Curly tail spinning like a latch upon the door Wrinkled up brow

like he's stressed about the rent Sniffing every corner,

wondering where the biscuits went

Twenty pounds of attitude packed inside a loaf

Sitting on the rug looking royal like a chief

(yeah,

real heavy)

That's Frank the pug,

king of the spot Taking every blanket,

sleeping till it's hot

Snore like a chainsaw,

swagger on ten

Little flat nose running the den (that's Frank,

that's Frank!)

Hear the toenails clicking on the kitchen tile

Waiting for a drop of cheese,

plotting all the while

Hit him with the baby talk,

he just tilts his head

Staring through your soul till you lead him to the bed

Zoomies in the yard when the evening sun sets Fastest little potato

that you ever seen yet

(look at him go!)

That's Frank the pug,

king of the spot Taking every blanket,

sleeping till it's hot

Snore like a chainsaw,

swagger on ten

Little flat nose running the den (that's Frank!

yeah, you know his name)

Big eyes staring while I eat my slice Begging game heavy,

never ask twice (give him the crust) Curled in a circle,

snoring so deep World on his shoulders,

but the man gotta sleep (night night,

Frank)

Yeah, living that pug life Big Frank

Heavy breathing on the track (snore)