Designer Dogs

When that sun beat down on me
I had to find me a sheltering tree
I couldn’t find a thing to eat
Wandering through those city streets

When he spotted me I must’ve fallen fast asleep
I must’ve looked pretty lost ’cause he reached out a paw and he said to me—

You can’t just scruff up your fur
And start running with the street dogs
Your leash is trailing behind you, need I remind you?
This ain’t no place for designer dogs

So he led me through those city streets
And he taught me to
Hunt down and kill my own food
He even had me saying it too

You can’t just scruff up your fur
And start running with the street dogs
Your leash is trailing behind you, need I remind you?
This ain’t no place for designer dogs

Mira chico, te voy a decir una cosa sobre el hombre. Él anda por este mundo haciendo un gran espectáculo, portándose como el jefe, el dueño, o el patrón, y casi todos le creen. Ya no hay ningún bicho que se atreva a comérselo. Por eso los callejeros vivimos en la sombra, y no en su casa. Cierto, podríamos estar cómodos, detrás de esa verja, esperando a llevarle las chanclas cuando vuelve de la oficina. Sí, podríamos estar cómodos, alimentados, resguardados. Pero no. Aquí en la ciudad tenemos suerte de que nos den las sobras, y tú piensas que andamos así malviviendo en la calle, buscando la libertad? No, chico. No es por eso que negamos su protección. Lo que tienes que saber sobre el hombre es que tiene celos de cualquier macho, y para quedarse con él, lo único que hay que hacer es cortarse los cojones.

(English translation)

Look, kid. I’m gonna tell you something about the Man. He walks the earth putting on a great big show, acting like he’s the boss, the owner, or the chief, and almost everyone believes him. There’s no creature left who even dares to eat him. As street dogs, we live in his shadow, but not in his house. Yeah, we could be comfortable behind that fence, waiting to carry him his slippers when he comes home from the office. Sure, we could be comfortable, warm, well-fed. But we’re not. Here in the street we’re lucky just to get the scraps, and you think we’re out here suffering in search of our freedom? No way, kid. That’s not why we’ve turned down his protection. What you need to understand about the Man is that he’s jealous of any male. So, to stay with him, the only thing you need to do is cut off your balls