Dashing to the vet's in the brand new red sports car,
We have no litterbox; I hope it isn't far......
I'll scream and claw and cry, to make them all feel bad,
While plotting in my tiny brain to make the vet go mad!
CHORUS:
To the vet's, to the vet's, to the vet's we go,
If I had a choice in this, I'd rather just say "no-o"!
To the vet's, to the vet's, to the vet's we go,
Why must we always do this? You know I hate it so!
They check my fur for fleas; they check my ears for mites;
They give me lots of shots; I give them lots of bites;
They want to see my eyes; they want to see my teeth;
They check out every inch of me, above and underneath.
REPEAT CHORUS.
