| Song | Me and You and a Dog Named Boo |
| Artist | Perry Como |
| Album | I Think of You |
| ME AND YOU AND A DOG NAMED BOO | |
| Lobo | |
| 懒人巴巴倾情奉献 | |
| I remember to this day | |
| The bright red Georgia clay | |
| And how it stuck to the tires | |
| After the summer rain | |
| Will power made that old car go | |
| A woman's mind told me that so | |
| Oh how I wish | |
| We were back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| I can still recall | |
| The wheat fields of St. Paul | |
| And the morning we got caught | |
| Robbing from an old hen | |
| Old McDonald he made us work | |
| But then he paid us for what it was worth | |
| Another tank of gas | |
| And back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| I'll never forget the day | |
| We motored stately into big L.A. | |
| The lights of the city put settlin' | |
| Down in my brain | |
| Though it's only been a month or so | |
| That old car's buggin' us to go | |
| We've gotta get away and get back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo |
| ME AND YOU AND A DOG NAMED BOO | |
| Lobo | |
| lǎn rén bā bā qīng qíng fèng xiàn | |
| I remember to this day | |
| The bright red Georgia clay | |
| And how it stuck to the tires | |
| After the summer rain | |
| Will power made that old car go | |
| A woman' s mind told me that so | |
| Oh how I wish | |
| We were back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| I can still recall | |
| The wheat fields of St. Paul | |
| And the morning we got caught | |
| Robbing from an old hen | |
| Old McDonald he made us work | |
| But then he paid us for what it was worth | |
| Another tank of gas | |
| And back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| I' ll never forget the day | |
| We motored stately into big L. A. | |
| The lights of the city put settlin' | |
| Down in my brain | |
| Though it' s only been a month or so | |
| That old car' s buggin' us to go | |
| We' ve gotta get away and get back on the road again | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| Travelin' and livin' off the land | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo | |
| How I love being a free man | |
| Me and you and a dog named boo |