Woof, woof,woof,woof,woof, woof

When you took her for a bone at the butcher shop
Something looked suspicious should'a called a cop
You were gone for quite a while, and you held her paw
You came back and puppy love (ugh) is what I saw

Lipstick on your collie told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collie and a pink tutu
How you get your jollies is not normal, Stu
Cause lipstick on your collie means that we are through

You said it's not what it seems, while I stopped to heave
You said your wife was a dog, I did not believe
Then the S.P.C.A. came, hauled away your ass
Now I've got a new best friend, I'm gonna name her Lass-ie

Lipstick on that collie told a tale quite wrong
Lipstick on that collie and a blue sarong
How you got your jollies is a thing that's gone
Cause lipstick on that collie means that I've moved on

She is now dog-gone
She is now dog-gone