[Verse 1]
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no fluke,
From the dusty roads to the crooked creek, I'm the Duke.
Not of Earl, nah, just the king of this scene,
Tiny's the name, ruler of the mobile home dream.
Yeah, they call me Tiny, but my bark is pure thunder,
Got the whole park on lock, no need to wonder.
[Chorus]
King Tiny, Chihuahua, number one on the throne,
Paws on the pavement, every trailer my own.
From the rusty old RV to the leopard plush,
I run this whole show, no need to rush.
Got my tiny crown tilted, a glint in my eye,
The baddest little dog under this big New Mexico sky.
[Verse 2 - Stressed Out Vibe]
Wish I could turn back time, to the good old days,
When the sun just hit my fur in hazy, golden haze.
Before the weight of the gravel, before the constant strife,
Of keeping all these humans on the straight and narrow life.
Ms. Johnson's poodle, Chiquita, barks her petty plea,
And Old Man Patrick's random god-knows-whose cat, just watches me.
My tiny paws are tired, the dust gets in my eyes,
This desert heat just amplifies the pressure in my sighs.
[Chorus]
King Tiny, Chihuahua, number one on the throne,
Paws on the pavement, every trailer my own.
From the rusty old RV to the leopard plush,
I run this whole show, no need to rush.
Got my tiny crown tilted, a glint in my eye,
The baddest little dog under this big New Mexico sky.
[Bridge - Stressed Out Vibe]
They told me when I'm older, all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think.
Every loose fence panel, every rust-stained door,
It's on my tiny shoulders, this park, and something more.
I used to dream of chasing cotton-tailed, with not a single care,
Now it's paperwork, regulations, and breathing this hot air.
The sun beats down, the silence screams, the wind just whispers dread,
Sometimes I wish I was just a regular dog instead.
[Chorus]
King Tiny, Chihuahua, number one on the throne,
Paws on the pavement, every trailer my own.
From the rusty old RV to the leopard plush,
I run this whole show, no need to rush.
Got my tiny crown tilted, a glint in my eye,
The baddest little dog under this big New Mexico sky.
[Outro]
So next time you're drivin' through, and see a little blur,
That's Tiny, stressed but king, beneath this desert fur.
Yeah, it's Tiny, the king, and that's the heavy truth,
Ruling this trailer park, since my earliest youth.
Woof... [a tired, stressed-out woof]
