In the yard, there was a punching bag

That everybody felt the need to hit

I guess it's just a matter of common sense

But I think it's getting time for them to quit

And what's the matter with poor Muffin?

The farmer's dog is looking sad

Hops around three-legged with a bone

And I'm just a dog that's gone mad

And is there any real need for this?

Sit around and count the days

When everything is closing in on you

Maybe it's just opening up the gates

And is there a doctor in the house?

I think he's in need of some attention

And everybody's going out of the way

To find the doctor in the house

But I'm not really a doctor

I'm more of a dentist or a shrink

If something's bothering you, don't look at me

'Cause I'm just sitting in the exit row

Fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight