| I had a bulldog; |
| he had me
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| Rough and tough as any dog can be
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| Every evenin' when the sun went down
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| That bulldog, he went running around
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| He was mean, he was hard
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| He was the king of my backyard
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| He was short, he wasn’t any too tall
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| Said, don’t you worry about nothing at all
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| Anybody come messin' around
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| I’m the dog that’s gonna bring them down
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| I am mean, I am hard
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| I’m the king of your backyard
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| Late last Monday, wasn’t too late
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| Somebody sneakin' by the alley gate
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| Four foot eleven and a hundred and three
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| Smallest burglar that you ever did see
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| He was mean, he was hard
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| He was creepin' into my backyard
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| My dog barked, like I knew he would
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| The burglar picked up the kindlin' wood
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| My dog hollered and the burglar said, «Git!»
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| Down the alley my bulldog lit
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| He was mean, he was hard
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| He was the chicken of my backyard
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| My dog went right through my fence
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| I have not seen that bulldog since
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| Loved that dog but I’ve had my fill
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| And I keep a canary on my windowsill
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| He is mean, he is hard
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| He is the king of my backyard |