We staggered arm in arm here when we were younger
Tried everything they said we shouldn't do
And we took as many trips as we took lovers
But some of those trips, a dog comes back with you

And some of those trysts turned into tricycles
And my wild and reckless friends got safe and old
Wheeling little buddy homeward on the bicycle
With all the hope and joy and poop a bike seat could hold

Now the feral festival kidlets keep changing costumes
They run in a pack, and dig holes in the ground
And they like sleeping under the table just like the dogs do
So you watch your step when there's little ones around

And I'm a better person, when I'm hanging with dogs and kids
Got one thing on their mind at a time, can't keep nothing hid
Remind me we're alive, forgive whatever we did
I'm a better person, hanging with dogs and kids

So we talk about work, and what we're reading
Why the bastards keep winning, and where we'd move if they did
We talk about who went home with whom at the party last weekend
But eventually we just watch the dogs and kids

Chasing and sniffing and eating's all they're on about
They don't complicate their blues, they just moan
They don't think much about themselves, they just freak out!
If they got a bone to pick with you, it's probably just a bone

My buddy had a string of bad luck and bad choices
If it goes bad in court, one of us has to take his pup
He's trying to learn to listen to the right voices
Hope he don't have to miss his kid growing up

We were all bulletproof daydream manifesters
But all the bluster just boils down to love
Just wanna be a good uncle, be a good ancestor
I'm taking better care when there's someone to take care of