Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a doggie I know
When it comes to eatin
She will always show
She ain't exactly trained well
Ain't exactly small
Fifty-two, Sixty-nine, Eighty-six
You could say her weight did swell

Never seen this Lito
Never seen this dog want to play
Laying on the couch
Laying on the couch all day
Ain't no viscous guard dog
Ain't no hunting hound
But she gets off of the couch
when that full food dish goes down

You're a whole lotta doggie
A whole lotta black lab
Whole lotta Lito
Whole lotta Lito
And you eat a whole lotta kibbles

Oh Lito you will stay up
Chew a rawhide all night long
Then you'll have the runs
Have them all over the lawn
Sleeps through the day time
And right around the clock
To my surprise
Her heart never stops

You're a whole lotta doggie
A whole lotta black lab
Whole lotta Lito
Whole lotta Lito
And you eat a whole lotta kibbles

(Guitar solo and improvised lyrics until the fade out at the end)