Bulldog

Hey Mr. Bulldog, why so sad?
You take a dump I pick it up in a bag
And even though sometimes you drive me mad
You’re the best damn dog that I ever had
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
One of these days I’m gonna find a new lover
My bulldog don’t cry, no he doesn’t even bother
I come rumblin' through the front door late at night
My bulldog doesn’t cry, doesn’t put up a fight
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
You don’t care
Let the people stare
You just do your thing
Do it everywhere
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Alright, ladies and gentlemen
I’m about to show you a trick that I learned in November 1984
This one’s called take a deep fucking breath when I say go
You ready? Go!
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Mr. Bulldog, I just want you
I don’t need no chiwawawawa-wohoo
I carry you around forever and ever
And I’m gonna stop loving you never
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog