What If We Were Dachshunds

What if I a Dachshunds, were a new my pup
Our payment, we would garf, or we'd never give it up
Growling, snarling, showing teeth like little needles
Running through the streets of hunting rats and beetles

Peering where we wanna pee and barking out of space
Barking at the banker with a big ol' birdie face
Begging bones from our restaurant back kitchen doors
Pulling at the policeman's coat with all our muddy paws

Knocking over Ben's son's shoe in people's shoes
Doing whatever we want like our dogs wanna do