(Verse 1)
Oh, my little dog with the great big ears,
Catching the wind like he's shifting gears.
He's got a nose for trouble, a taste so wild,
Turns his nose up at the gourmet aisle.

(Chorus)
He eats poop, he eats trash,
Leaves the good stuff in his silver dish.
Sniffs the gutter, skips the steak,
Got the finest taste in all mistakes.

(Verse 2)
Barking at birds, barking at air,
Nothing to see, but he's right there.
Silent as a ghost when a thief walks through,
But a stranger? "Oh hey, how do you do?"

(Chorus)
He eats poop, he eats trash,
Leaves the good stuff in his silver dish.
Sniffs the gutter, skips the steak,
Got the finest taste in all mistakes.

(Bridge)
He's got class, he's got style,
In his own strange, messy file.
A heart so big, a brain so free,
The weirdest little dog, but he's home to me.

(Chorus)
He eats poop, he eats trash,
Leaves the good stuff in his silver dish.
Sniffs the gutter, skips the steak,
Got the finest taste in all mistakes.


(Outro)
So run little pup, with your ears held high,
Find your treasures, don't ask why.
I’ll shake my head, but love you still,
You're my trash-eating prince of the neighborhood thrill.


(Chorus)
He eats poop, he eats trash,
Leaves the good stuff in his silver dish.
Sniffs the gutter, skips the steak,
Got the finest taste in all mistakes.