[Voice 1: Sazerac, smooth laid-back male blues]
[Voice 2: Mazikeen, sultry unimpressed female blues]
[Verse 1][Sazerac]
Sittin' on the windowsill, watchin' that spaniel run
Hollerin' at the mailman like the mailman's got a gun
He calls it workin', darlin', I call it comin' unwound
I did a full day's livin' and never made a sound
[Verse 2][Mazikeen]
And the little one's a-snorin' like a kettle on the coals
They kiss her on the mouth, Lord, then tell you how she smells
They call her their little terror, say it sweet-like, say it proud
Baby, if my feet smelled like corn chips, I wouldn't say it out loud
[Chorus][Sazerac]
We just don't get the dog thing
([Mazikeen] Never did, never will)
All that beggin', all that barkin'
([Mazikeen] Just to sit and stay and heel)
You call it devotion, sugar
We call it needing too much
We just don't get the dog thing
But we love you anyway — well... sort of, hush
[Verse 3][Sazerac]
He'll trade his whole opinion for a biscuit and a pat
Eat a thing out in the yard I can't repeat where I'm at
Then he begs to go out walkin' in the sleet at six a.m.
And drags a human with a baggie — now who's trained who, my friend
[Verse 4][Mazikeen]
They panic when you leave 'em, tear the sofa down to springs
Then they wonder why we're calm, why we don't need those things
Honey, confidence is quiet, it don't whimper at the door
We were worshipped on the Nile while they were beggin' on the floor
[Bridge][Sazerac]
Now they brag about the wolf like it's family they know
But there ain't a dog alive ever met that old ghost
Ten thousand years of sofas put an ice age in between
The wolf's a bedtime story, son, a picture on a screen
[Mazikeen]
But I sat beside my grandmother, spots and seven feet of spring
A serval in the mornin' light — I've touched the wilder thing
We don't need to tell tall stories 'bout the blood we're comin' from
([Sazerac] We met the cats that made us)
And the wild still hears us hum
[Chorus][Sazerac]
We just don't get the dog thing
([Mazikeen] Never did, never will)
All that beggin', all that barkin'
([Mazikeen] Just to sit and stay and heel)
You call it devotion, sugar
We call it needing too much
We just don't get the dog thing
And baby, that's enough
[Outro][Mazikeen]
So keep your fetch, your leashes, your fifteen kinds of fuss
[Sazerac]
We'll be up here on the fridge top, lookin' down on all of us
[Mazikeen]
We just don't get the dog thing
[Sazerac]
And the dog don't get us
Mmm, and he never will
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