I post a selfie,
get five likes.
He sticks out his tongue,
boom,
a thousand strikes.
In his hoodie on a chair,
people stop and point and stare.
He's got fans from Tokyo to Rome.
While I just scroll and sit at home,
my dog's more famous than me.
He's on shirts and mugs and memes,
paparazzi at the park while I'm left here in the dark.
Yeah, he's the star they all want to see.
My dog's more famous than me.
He gets treats sent to our door.
Brands call him, they want more.
He just naps and strikes a pose and somehow lands a fashion show.
I
rehearse lines, I write a song,
but he just yawns and tags along.
My dog's more famous than me,
with a verified ID.
He's got more likes before noon than I've had in the past two Junes.
Yeah, he's the king of the feed, can't you see?
My dog's more famous than me.
I love him still,
don't get me wrong.
He's cute and chill and walks real strong.
But sometimes I just want to say,
hey pal,
could you tag me today?
My dog's more famous than me.
He's got charm and puppy energy.
He's on cover shows and ads,
meanwhile I'm just holding bags.
Guess I'll smile and sip my tea.
My dog's more famous than me.