
Song
Kiss My Dog's Ass
Ray Seekford · 24 plays
male vocals, rap, hip hop, country crossover, storytelling, birthday celebration, Pittsburgh pride, playful tone
Lyrics
Intro
Yo—yo—
Ayo yinz, turn it up, this the birthday blast,
Karen hittin’ 60, Terry 50—movin’ fast.
Carnegie queens with that Pittsburgh class,
If they don’t like this song… they can kiss my dog’s ass.
Verse
Now Karen my sister — yeah, lil’ sis, that’s true,
But she been causin’ trouble since she wore one shoe.
Bellevue restaurant — oh man, what a sight,
Bill hit the table, Karen said “A’ight, goodnight!”
Ran out the back door like a jailbreak dash,
Left me and our brothers sittin’ there with no cash.
And sixty years later she still moves fast,
Still calls me—
Yeah, you know what—
Just an ass.
Verse
Karen and Terry — neighbors back in the day,
Kids runnin’ side-by-side, old-school play.
Sarah and Erica with Terry’s crew mixin’,
Whole Carnegie knew them — it wasn’t no fiction.
Best friends every season, every laugh, every tear,
A friendship that lasted year after year.
Verse
And Terry hittin’ 50 — girl, you doin’ it right,
Your shop full of gifts stay shinin’ bright.
You’ve come a long way, made people proud,
Standin’ tall, strong, humble — never too loud.
Verse
And Karen? She still runnin’ that appliance scene,
Sold the place off — but she still runs it clean.
Hard worker, big heart, Pittsburgh tough,
Sixty years in — and she STILL ain't had enough.
Chorus
Fifty and sixty — party don’t stop,
Carnegie queens sittin’ right at the top.
Laughin’ at the years like “Yinz too slow,”
Pittsburgh girls with that black and gold glow.
Verse
Well Karen turned sixty and Terry hit fifty,
And somehow these girls still lookin’ damn nifty.
From Carnegie streets to the hills where we roam,
Ain’t nothin’ like two birthday queens holdin’ their own.
Karen’s my sister and I love her to death,
Even when she’s callin’ me an ass under her breath.
But that’s family, that’s love, that’s our little spin—
Ain’t no place like Pittsburgh to let life begin.
Outro
So raise your glasses high, let that moonshine pass,
If they don’t like my singin’?
Well they can kiss my dog’s ass!
final line
Happy 50, Terry!
Happy 60, Karen!
Love yinz both —
From your big brother…
Your favorite ASS.
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