Lyrics:

When a sign of the times
Is the times when are extremely tough, shush
When you look at the world
And the world that you see is, yes, rough

When you feel like a long lost pup
And you need some cheering up
Sit back, relax and watch us do our stuff

2, 3, 4

We're gonna sit and shake your hand, that's how it starts
We're gonna nose our nosy way into your hearts
We'll sing and bark in two part harmony
Me and my boi, my boi and me

We make the perfect pair
We've got that savoir faire
And any bone you throw
We'll catch it in mid-air

We're gonna find a part
To sink our teeth into
We're gonna jump through hoops
To get a great review

We're next year's shoe-in Tony nominee
You're gonna love us, that's our guarantee
We'll bow together on the count of three
Me and my boi, my boi and me

We make the perfect pair
We've got that savoir faire
Me and my boi, me and my boi
Me and my boi, my boi and me