Here's the year of why ask why?
Dishing out displacement
And severe replacement
Home sweat home
Has lost its place
All because the cage
Is a lonely place.
Here in the year of the dog.
Big bad dog.
When the coin's not rolling in. . .
When the earth was cavin gin. . .
When you weren't even listening. . .
When you felt so well
Down and bogged,
You blame it all on the dog,
Making me a mad dog.
Gimme Gimme Gimme the dog.
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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