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