Poodle was bored sittin by the fire place
eatin fancy treats off fine white china plates
surrounded by paintings and a priceless flower vase life was way too slow

one day the front door was open just a bit
he was nervous but he knew that this was it
it's now or never time to make a run for it before that door would close

he felt the snowflakes melting on his poodle nose
he trotted down the street with no plan as to where to go
got lost right away in the dirty snow feet so cold and sore

pretty soon he was soaking wet and lonely
he missed his home all warm and homey
small poodle he wish he had a some money to take a taxi home

people's feet covered up his little tracks
soaked through and dreaming of a steaming bath
outta luck stuck wishin' he could find the path back to where he's known

then he heard a sound that made his tiny heart jump
a voice he knew calling out for the lost pup
so far away so he had to really listen up through the falling snow

here boy come home here boy come home here boy come home
(and he ran toward the sound of the voice)
here boy come home here boy come home here boy come home

ended up the day back in front of the fire place
eatin fancy treats with a smile on his poodle face
surrounded by paintings and a priceless flower vase his life was good and slow

next time the poodle wants to have adventures
he'll just dream about 'em from a big cozy chairs
warm and safe far from cold and scared off to dream he goes

(here boy come home) little poodle I know it feels good to be home (3)
(and he ran toward the sound of the voice)
little poodle I knew you would come home