Pavlov’s Dog Songtext
von Ian Hunter

Welcome to the USA
I′m helping out at JFK
I'm sniffing them bags, what′s all this?
You look a little nervous, you're starting to shake
I can be your best friend or I can be your worst headache

I ain't no Rin-Tin-Tin
You can call me Cujo, I′m takin′ you in
Roll over Beethoven, anyway
Next car biker, next stop tunes
Looks like we're in for a dog day afternoon

Look what I caught
Ah, you can′t bite the hand that feeds you
You can't bite the hand that feeds you
You can′t bite the hand that feeds you
But I've got a job
I′m Pavlov's dog


I ain't got no pedigree
Just tell them out with a CBV
They pick me up ′fore they put me down
I ain′t pretty, I'm a littlе rough
I ain′t gonna win no prize at the cross

Well, look what I found
Yeah, look what I found
You can't bitе the hand that feeds you
You can′t bite the hand that feeds you
You can't bite the hand that feeds you
Just doin′ my job
'Cause I'm Pavlov′s dog, yeah
Mm, Pavlov′s dog

Every dog has its day
I can smell trouble miles away
I got several unknowns
Gonna make a run for it, not so fast
I'm Pavlov′s dog and I'm bein′ a just relax


Look what I caught
Yeah, look what I caught
You can't bite the hand that feeds you
You can′t bite the hand that feeds you
You can't bite the hand that feeds you
Well, I've got a job, yeah
Oh, I′ve got a job to do, yeah
I′ve got a job
I'm Pavlov′s dog, yeah
I'm Pavlov′s dog... Yeah-yeah!