That old stray hound dog by the meat market nownLickin' his chops for some greasy chownTop sirloin, pork chops, New York cutnSalisbury ground 'round, hangin' 'round downtownnnDropped out of school, naturally coolnLiftin' his leg on a fireplugnWith greasy gravy drippings and the gristle on his mugnStray dog, help yourselfnnNow he's scratchin' his ass, he be swattin' them fliesnGettin' involved with his dinnertime, and that's no lienI said, stray dog, be cool boy, go on pull your capernUsin' yesterday's paper for a table clothnnThat old stray hound dog by the meat market nownLickin' his chops for some greasy chownAnd if they catch him on a trash can binnStray dog, help yourselfnnCatch him on a trash can binnStray dog, help yourselfnStray dog, help yourself