Dedicated Hound

I’m a writer, I’m a poet
Out of spiter and I know it
I don’t need to hear your guitar
I’ll write my review from the bar, should go far.
I’m a critic with position
Paralytic, you musician
I’m weary of punk and new wave
I invented them both anyway, sad to say.
Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I’m a ligger with a trigger.
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round
Feet don’t touch the ground
I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.
I’m a wino midnight worker
With a biro, I’m a lurker
I’ll get you a deal in the chart
Or stop you before you can start, that’s my art.
Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I’m a ligger with a trigger.
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round
Feet don’t touch the ground
I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.
I’m a prier and a trier
And I’m a liar on the wire
Just leave me your dressing room key
You did say that booze was for me, better be.
Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I’m a ligger with a trigger.
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round
Feet don’t touch the ground
I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.