Once I turned the TV onnI saw the green grass on the lawnnI don't know why it struck me oddnThat life was perfect as a catalognAh, I guess I'm just a jealous dognnI walked in to a house of prayernI didn't feel so welcome therenI was lookin' for the hand of GodnWhen it struck me hardnI was hit by a fraudnnOh, the mean mean mouth of a jealous dognOh, the mean mean mouth of a jealous dognnI had a friend with a handsome traitnWhen he's done with his dinner he'd lick his platennIt's a way of living that I applaudnLike the message in this monologuenTo never be a jealous dognnNever be a jealous dognNever be a jealous dogn