Blues Del Perro

It's my dog, he's perfect
he's my dog, the most perfect
when I go to the station
no problem, he's a dog
he looks at people
looks and doesn't understand
those people pretending to be in California

On nights of seven moons
we go far away on a trip
I don't know where, it's still correct
looks and doesn't understand
how humans eat each other
on nights of seven moons
he looks at the desert
he's my dog, he's correct and loves the blues
and loves the blues

He's perfect and hates those people
pretending to be in California
no problem, he's a dog and loves the blues
and loves the blues, and loves this blues.