Wokkin' the Dog

Lab of black—
Start to hack.
Sever buttocks from the ribs you'll rack.
Eyes holed; snip the nose.
Take the needle and sew the torso.

Wokkin' the dog,
You're now wokkin' the dog.
If you pour some oil into it,
The wok will not stick to the dog.
Bow-wow, bow-wow.

Set the burner 150, cent.
Add some cilantro to give a nice scent.
Temp too high—it'll start to fry. . .
Set off the smoke alarm, pitched so high.

Wokkin' the dog,
You're now wokkin' the dog.
If you pour some oil into it,
The wok will not stick to the dog.
Bow-wow, bow-wow.

You've got dried herbs on the shelf—
Some in your garden grown.
Slivered bell peppers will go well
With this pretty tasty Fido.

Wokkin' the dog,
You're now wokkin' the dog.
If you pour some oil into it,
The wok will not stick to the dog.
Bow-wow, bow-wow.

Lab of black—
Makes you smack
Your lips; it's better than any cat.
Bordeaux; sniff the nose—
Domesticated red goes with Fido.

Wokkin' the dog,
You're now wokkin' the dog.
If you pour some oil into it,
The wok will not stick to the dog.
Bow-wow, bow-wow.

[Repeat last verse several times and fade]