Come on Betty I'm like a dog Come on Betty I'm like a dog Come on Let's go Oh, I'm standing here in West Side Pay me no mind and my owner fried Got to go, think I goin' remember You want a job? I got a job Yup, blowin' minds, Betty I'm like a dog Someone goin', get my own, got to try But do yo business own mama get your fist fried Get yo NYPD and a SRO ... [聞き取り不能] That's your band, on their own Sick arid tired of feeling weird, Betty I'm like a dog Come on Betty I'm like a dog Come on Let's go Come on Let's go