Look Who's Walking on Four Legs Again

Look who's walking on four legs again.

I'm the kind of man only a dog could love.

Times are tough - but, man, this time it's tougher.

We'll all see who we are when push comes to shove.

And, baby - these feet were made for walkin'.

But I can't walk in boots of broken glass.

And, maybe - these times weren't made for talkin'.

So I won't answer questions that you don't ask.

Look who's walking on four legs again.

It's hard to stand when you've gone from scraps to crumbs.

Times are rough - but, man, this time you'll suffer.

Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum."

And, darlin' - these knees were made fro crawling.

And snakes will talk to men straight eye to eye.

And, darlin' - these times weren't made for stallin'.

But red-faced and russhin' ain't really what I had in mind.

Look who's walking on four legs again.

There's no shaking hands when you're hanging by your thumbs.

Times are tough - but, man, this steak is tougher.

Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum."

We'll all sing, "HALLELUJAH! WE'RE ALL BUMS"