Story Behind the Song
My Dog provided the inspiration and Captain Morgan brought it to fruition.
Lyrics
Sure feels nummy when you scratch my tummy
Feels good, think I'm sporting some wood
Well I could lick myself, but it doesn't feel the same
You've got a certain smell, makes me salivate
Come on now,don't make me beg
I wanna hump your leg
My squeeky toy ain't bring me no joy
this canines got a crush on your pleated corduroys
The smell of dirty socks starts a twitching in my nose
But a pair of cut-off shorts really gives this dog a bone
Come on now, don't make me beg
I wanna hump your leg
I've had the couch, and I've had the rug,
I've had your pillow, it's not enough
I want your levi's, now give it up
rub rub, ruba dub dub
I've got my eyes on your thighs
I wanna give your knees a squeeze
It's doggy style, when I'm riding on the seams
Break
Now I could chase a squirrel for a mile and a half
But it wouldn't take my mind off the feel of your calf
You pretend you don't like it
You push and you shove
But Lassies got a fetish, you're my mailman of love
Come on now, don't make me beg
I wanna hump your leg
You make me play tricks,
sit ,shake and play dead
Now let me show you why
I'm mans best friend
I can't help myself,
I've got overactive glands
I think I hear a bell
You must be wearing Pavlovs pants
Come on now, don't make me beg
I wanna hump your leg
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