Poor old designer dog was never ever meant to benPoor old designer dog, so hairy he can barely seenPoor old designer dog, he's cooking underneath the shagnPoor old designer dog, he doesn't have a tail to wagnBut designer dog makes me look goodnAs I power walk the neighbourhoodnHe's so ugly and bizarrenHe helps us all forget how dull we arennOne designer dog's so thinnHis bones and organs poke out of his skinnHe trembles like a leafnNo pedigree could cover up his griefnnPoor old designer dog was never ever meant to benPoor old designer dog, so hairy he can barely seenPoor old designer dog, designed to waddle, wheeze and droolnPoor old designer dog, he doesn't have a sleigh to pullnBut designer dog co-ordinatesnWith all the latest fashion platesnBut when he is no longer chicnHe'll be down the pound within a weeknnOne designer dog's insanenHe's been so inbred he's got no brainnExcept a tiny smearnEnough to make him bite you on the earnnYou've gotta get a little bit of hybrid vigournIn your litter to make it fitternYou've gotta get a muttnYou've gotta get a mongrel!