All the male dogs from miles around come bearing roses
All the male dogs from miles around come following their noses
They hate themselves for doing it
They wish they were on some other street
But oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat
Oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat
Oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat

They come from over the river with rawhide bones wrapped in ribbons and bows
Fat ones, skinny ones, some really scruffy ones
Some with that aristocratic pose
They hate themselves for their compulsions
They wish they were back with their masters and their meat
But oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat

One Yorkshire terrier came dressed in green
With a nice letter of introduction from the queen

All male dogs from miles around are following a fiery scent
All the male dogs from miles around say “I wonder where the little bitch went”
They hate their instinctual natures
They hate what they seemed doomed to repeat
But oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat
Oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat
Oh, oh, oh, the bitch in heat

(lyrics: Dan Bern)