Intro

(Heavy guitar riff, steady driving drum beat)

Verse 1

Three years old, long hair in the wind

A tiny general where the rules begin

He lays on his back, paws stretched wide

But don't be fooled by the soft outside

Under that fur is an iron will

A master of the domestic drill

One wrong move and you'll hear the sound

Of the toughest watchdog in this town

Chorus

He is Stepa! The master of the floor!

Stepa! Keeper of the kitchen door!

He's growling at the shadows, keeping us in line

An absolute ruler of your space and mine!

Yeah, he's the king, the chief control

With a tiny body and a giant soul!