I come in last night about half past ten,
Starvin' so bad I'd eat Rin Tin Tin.
So cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover little doll this mean ol' hog is diggin' in.

'Chell told me not to mess around,
Now the word's all over town.
So cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover with rice, a big fat hog is diggin' in.

She changed the lock on my back door,
Now his key won't fit no more.
So cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover with rice, this mean old hog is diggin' in.

She cooked him up just as pretty as she pleased.
I found she changed recipes.
So cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover with rice, hungry ol' hog is diggin' in.

Yeah! Listen to me darlin' 'fore you start to whine,
That leg's yours and this leg's mine.
So cook me some Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover little doll, a big ol' hog is diggin' in.

Yeah! She chained a lock on my back door,
Reg' can't visit me no more.
So cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover little doll, a big ol' hog is diggin' in.

Cook me ol' Rover. Cook me ol' Rover.
Cook me ol' Rover. Won't 'cha cook me ol' Rover.
Cook Rover slow and hot, cos I'm diggin' in

Comrade Groucho, I see that you, I, and Comrade Chalupa have really "sunk our teeth" into this issue. I might have one more on the way.

Comrade Groucho Marxist,

You are clearly not barking up the wrong tree with this one!

Brings a tear to my eye... oh wait... sorry, that was just smoke from the cigar I just lit with a $100 bill.

Hmmm... I'm wondering what could be done with some old Three Dog Night tunes...