Home, sweet home…

In de Dog House

De man in de dog house
Cos he ain’t no good.
De fire gone out
Cos he chop no wood.
He make a hole in de roof
Where de sky fall in.
His manners plain uncoof
Wid his loud burpin.
Me trip on his b’longins
He make a funny smell.
Man, he just pongin
On de bafmat as well.
De man in de dog house
So he go hideaway
Just like a little churchmouse
It betta dat way.