Dedicated Hound - Lindisfarne

I’m a writer, I’m a poet

Out of spiter and I know it

I don’t need to hear your guitar

I’ll write my review from the bar, should go far.

I’m a critic with position

Paralytic, you musician

I’m weary of punk and new wave

I invented them both anyway, sad to say.

Up town, hanging around

Street bar, town to town

I’m a ligger with a trigger.

Up, down, ‘round and ‘round

Feet don’t touch the ground

I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.

I’m a wino midnight worker

With a biro, I’m a lurker

I’ll get you a deal in the chart

Or stop you before you can start, that’s my art.

Up town, hanging around

Street bar, town to town

I’m a ligger with a trigger.

Up, down, ‘round and ‘round

Feet don’t touch the ground

I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.

I’m a prier and a trier

And I’m a liar on the wire

Just leave me your dressing room key

You did say that booze was for me, better be.

Up town, hanging around

Street bar, town to town

I’m a ligger with a trigger.

Up, down, ‘round and ‘round

Feet don’t touch the ground

I’m ready, I’m a dedicated hound.