Jealous Dog

Once I turned the TV on

I saw the green grass on the lawn

I don't know why it struck me off

That life was perfect as a catalog

I guess I'm just a jealous dog

I walked into a house of prayer

I didn't feel so welcome there

I was looking for the hand of God

When it struck me hard, I was hit by a fraud

Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog

Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog

I had a friend with a handsome trait

When he's done with his dinner he'd lick his plate

It's a way of living that I applaud

Like the message in this monologue

To never be a jealous dog, never be a jealous dog

Never be a jealous dog