Every day on the thruways you can see the surprise
in dozens of bundles, of differing size
some thin and narrow, or thick and piled high
doggy deposits from owners despised

Big logs, big logs, big bad logs

Nobody could tell whose woofer's it was
the smell was horrific, dog food the cause
ya couldn't say much as master offend
It wasn't their dog, they all like to pretend

Somebody said "I'd like to catch one
leaving the loafs on the turf in the sun"
accosting the ******* with chastising care
"pick up the crap your dog just left there"

Big logs, big logs, big bad logs


Big logs, big logs