Sheep-dog standing in the rain, bull-frog doing it again.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
What makes you think you're something special when you smile.
Childlike no one understands, Jack-knife in your sweaty hands.
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years.
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me, you can talk to me, you can talk to me,
If you're lonely you can talk to me.
Big man walking in the park, wigwam frightened of the dark.
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you.
You think you know it, but you haven't got a clue.
Hey bulldog!
"Hey man, what's that noise?"
"Woof!"
"Wha'd'ya say?"
"I said, woof!"
"D'y' know anymore?"
"Woooaaah-ha-ha-ha!"
"You've got it! That's great! That's right! That's it, man, hoo!"
"Give it to me, man, hurry! I've got ten children, ho!"
"Ah ho! ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Quiet, boy, quiet!"
"Okay"
Hey, bulldog...
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World Peace & Long Live Rock'n'Roll !!!
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