And now my dog wants to know......
Will he be in heaven with me, will he go where I'm goin'?
Will he be there by my side when I'm before St. Peter?
Tell me, how can I tell him what I know
He ain't been baptized in my faith — he ain't gonna go

He ain't gonna go though he's lived his life
according to the instincts he was given
Here he'll fight for scraps 'til the day he draws the gas or the prison

And now my dog wants to hear........
He's as valuable a life as any dog that's here
Equally entitled to good food and true affection
Tell me, how can I tell him what I've found
Some get more, some get less — though there's plenty to go 'round

He ain't gonna go though he's lived a good life
'cording to the instincts he's been given
Here he'll fight for scraps 'til the day he draws the gas or the prison

And now my dog wants to see........
Just where it is written that gives some the right to be
critics of the others, frustrators of their dreams
Tell him, how we can ignore the shifting sands
long enough to pass our judgment on another man

He ain't gonna go though he's lived his life
according to the instincts he's been given
Will he fight for scraps 'til the day he draws the gas or the prison?

That's what my dog wants to know