The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house

the parents are gone and the dogs are outside
the parents are gone and the dogs are outside
the parents are gone and the dogs are outside
I think I’ll let them in

The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house

they run up the stairs and back again
and head down the hall with a pant and a grin
Their tails just a waggin’ and their tongues to one side
I think they like it in here

The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house

The big one turns with a bark and a howl
And points his nose like he’s sniffing a fowl
Then he pounces on mama’s big feather bed
And the other one joins right in

The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house

They’re scratchin’ at fleas and scratchin’ their heads
These huntin’ dogs never been in a bed
They’re not sure what they’re supposed to do
So they turn around thrice and lay

The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house

Well they’re back up on their paws and they’re scratchin’ with their claws
And they’re flailing in the sheets and they’re slobbering in the heat
Well what am I gonna do now?
Can’t get rid of the smell, can’t get rid of the hair, can’t get rid of the dirt
Oh no!
Might as well join ’em till the parents come home

The dogs are in the house
The dogs are in the house