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