| Hey Mr. Bulldog, why so sad?
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| You take a dump I pick it up in a bag
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| And even though sometimes you drive me mad
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| You’re the best damn dog that I ever had
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| One of these days I’m gonna find a new lover
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| My bulldog don’t cry, no he doesn’t even bother
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| I come rumblin' through the front door late at night
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| My bulldog doesn’t cry, doesn’t put up a fight
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| You don’t care
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| Let the people stare
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| You just do your thing
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| Do it everywhere
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Alright, ladies and gentlemen
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| I’m about to show you a trick that I learned in November 1984
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| This one’s called take a deep fucking breath when I say go
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| You ready? |
| Go!
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Mr. Bulldog, I just want you
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| I don’t need no chiwawawawa-wohoo
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| I carry you around forever and ever
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| And I’m gonna stop loving you never
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog
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| Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog |