Got a hot-he hound, Scooby Doo, wound, wound!
Got a hot-he hound, Scooby Doo, down, down!
Got a hot-he hound, Scooby Doo, pound, pound!
Brazen pup is hard on you.

Oh, take your leg away, ’cause he
Bones lower extremities freely:
There he goes; his balls are blue;
That brazen pup is humping you.

His member’s ready and he’s right
On your gam, a legregious [sic] sight.
It’s appalling, yes it’s true,
That brazen pup is hard on you.

Outré, that brazen pup is barking too
I will go and crow to him, “Shoo!!
Go ’way; don’t do this again.
You wretched brazen pup
I wish you wouldn’t raise ’n’ shtup my friends!

“Go beg, and screw no leg—not nice,
This variety of canine vice.
Get lost, take off, depart, eschew
The brazen shtupping that you do!”

Get off, get off! Down, Scooby Doo, bad hound,
Get off, get off! Down, or go to the pound. . . !