Lyrics

He's ten different kinds of lumpy.
He's saggy, droopy, and kind of dumpy,
But he's my boy, and I love him anyway.
He's wearing ten different kinds of stink.
He smells so bad that I can't think,
But I love him, 'cause he's my buddy.

And when we go walking our two hearts soar.
No need for talking. We're just hangin',
And we couldn't love each other more.

He's never modest and he's never shy.
He begs like a clown for chicken pot pie.
What can I say? He's my kind of guy.

He might suck on my socks, and chew on my underwear.
But he don't complain when I lay on the blame
For that lingering fart in the air.

Sometimes he sticks his nose in my biz
When I'm trying to sleep, or taking a whiz.
What can I say? He is what he is.

He might be needy and he might be nosy.
The couch is hairy but is sure is cozy.
What can I say? He's my buddy.

And when we go walking our two hearts soar.
No need for talking. We're just hangin',
And we couldn't love each other more.

He's ten different kinds of smelly,
But he sure is sweet when I rub his belly.
What can I say? He's my buddy.

And I love him. He's my buddy.

He's a good, good boy!