Sheep dog standing in the rain
Bullfrog doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured
Out in miles, what makes you think
You're something special
When you smile?
Childlike, no one understands
Jackknife, 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 it
But you haven't got a clue
( * )
Hey, bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey, bulldog, hey bulldog...
