Used to see this old stray dog almost everyday  He’d do his deed right by my house and then be on his way  One time I brought him some real food   and asked him if he’d stay  But he blankly stared at me as if to say  “No, I’ve gotta go but if I could I’d shake your hand…  I’m happy where I am     It was a sweltering summer day, I mean a mean heat  So I threw my dirty blanket on the city beach  A guy I know invited me on his new yacht  For steak tartar and cr?me brulee and top shelf scotch  And there were babies crying, loud radios   and castles made of sand  I’m happy where I am    He wore a dark blue jacket and polyester gray pants  And a clip on tie with his hair greased back  He was the security guard at the parking lot   at the shopping mall  But he never looked down and nothing could stick   to him at all  He’d see all them stressed out people faking schemes   and breaking plans  Thinking… “I’m happy where I am”