i saw the green grass on the lawn
i don't know why it struck me off
that life was perfect as a catalog
i guess i'm just a jealous dog
i walked into a house of prayer
i didn't feel so welcome there
i was looking for the hand of god
oh the mean mean mouth of a jealous dog
i had a friend with a handsome trait
when hes done with his dinner hed lick his plate
it's a way of living that i applaud
like the message in this monologue
to never be a jealous dog