Lyrics

Too much choice is a terrible thing When the gold feels old on a wedding ring Fromalittle girl runningto the sound of the bell Anda Grandmother's eye like a wishing well He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself There's no kind of woman, there's no kind of breed That he couldn't foresee some possibilities From the darkest princess to the whitest queen And all those magical places that lie inbetween He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself So all you dear ladies He don't care if you bathe He'll show you a good time If you come his way He's just a little boy lost In a big sweetie store Gotta let him in To climb on your shore He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself He's a dog He can't help himself He can't help himself