Though I mostly guess I try my best
To do the best I can
Striving in life without questioning why
To be the man my dog thinks that I am

When he looks at me all that he sees
Is perfection in his eyes
While I play fetch with selfishness
A rotten scent that's hard to hide

Like it's been said about man's best friend
There is nothing that I can
Do wrong in his sight so why can't I
Be the man my dog thinks that I am

When this here **** gets home from work
And only wants to be left alone
My dog's there to greet, wagging his tail at me
Ready to bury that bone

I too often ignore the one by my feet on the floor
Who after all is my biggest fan
There's not a thing I could do to change his point of view
I only wish I was the man my dog thinks that I am