1, 2, 3, 4
Now boss Mitt Romney went for a ride
Pulled up on a highway side
Tied me down up on the roof
Boss I hollered, woof woof woof
Please master boss!
Dont look right, it dont seem right

Hot in the day, cold all night

Where I'm goin I just dont know
Poor dogs got to bottle up and go
Oh Mr Boss, cut me down!
Woof, woof, woof
He had a ride, sure not ridin
Poor dog he really had a ride
He had a ride, sure not ridin
Up on the rooftop here I'm sat
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Mutt Romney Blues Lyrics

Ry Cooder – Mutt Romney Blues Lyrics