When you’re leaving I am sleeping on a couch all curled up inside You don’t know that I am dreaming of a field of sunshine filled with mice It’s so nice
You could take me, But you know I won’t take kindly to a Crate that’s crammed inside a car I’m like a moth inside a jar If it’s too far and out of town I might need drugs to calm me down
So if we’re leaving you could leave me treats inside the crate, it’s okay Bring me tuna, it’ll do ya good to bribe me with my favorite things It’s conditioning
Then we could go across the road, across the country I’ll be so good inside my box You’ll be so proud and give me knucks Remember put me on a leash When we stop we both can pee Just keep me off the airplane I don’t trust the guys in baggage claim
Then we can go across the road, across the country!