| Glued to the kerbstone, staring
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| Frozen at the stop-sign too
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| See that crazy suicide mongrel
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| He’s going to try to cross that avenue
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| Old dog of experience
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| Ripping through the black and yellow cabs
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| Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys
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| He’s got his mind on someone else’s dinner --
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| Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise
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| Lives down in some cool, cool basement --
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| Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys
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| Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings --
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| Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise
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| Old dog of experience
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| Ripping through the black and yellow cabs
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| Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys
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| He’s got his mind on someone else’s dinner --
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| Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise
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| Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant --
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| Wrong side of a table for two
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| It’s enough to send him running, running for cover
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| Back into traffic, what’s a poor dog to do?
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| Old mutt of experience
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| Ripping through the black and yellow cabs
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| Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys
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| He’s got his mind on someone else’s dinner --
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| Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise |