The food truck has good food. 
But do they let me eat it? 
The food truck has good food 
but I only eat scraps.

They call me Scraps, now you know, 
because I'm a dog that eats 
scraps. 

They call me scraps, now you know, 
because they feed me scraps! 

One day I would like 
to own a food truck. 
Maybe that is dreaming big 
but it's what I like. 

I could sell yummy food 
to the dogs that come by 
and perhaps I could 
sell you some peanut butter pie. 
Because (Peanut butter pie?) peanut butter, unlike chocolate, 
is totally fine for dogs. 
And, peanut butter is still totally, totally fine for humans. 

So, if I had a food truck, 
along with all that kibble, 
I would offer 
peanut butter pie for a whistle. 

I'd sell my food for whistles, 
or maybe a little tune. 
You could sing for your food 
that's what I'm telling you. 

It would be so nice 
and the tunes they'd be nice, too. 
If I had my dream 
of a dog food truck. 

A food truck 
for dogs, 
run by a dog. 
Maybe I'm might dream but, 
at least I'm dreaming long.