Hey Bulldog

Sheepdog, standing in the rain

Bullfrog, doing it again

Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles

What make 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 but you haven’t get a clue

You can talk to me

You can talk to me

You can talk to me

If you’re lonely, you can talk to me

Hey bulldog