Bulldog - Royal Republic

Hey Mr. Bulldog, why so sad?

You take a dump I pick it up in a bag

And even though sometimes you drive me mad

You’re the best damn dog that I ever had

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

One of these days I’m gonna find a new lover

My bulldog don’t cry, no he doesn’t even bother

I come rumblin' through the front door late at night

My bulldog doesn’t cry, doesn’t put up a fight

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

You don’t care

Let the people stare

You just do your thing

Do it everywhere

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Alright, ladies and gentlemen

I’m about to show you a trick that I learned in November 1984

This one’s called take a deep fucking breath when I say go

You ready?

Go!

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Mr. Bulldog, I just want you

I don’t need no chiwawawawa-wohoo

I carry you around forever and ever

And I’m gonna stop loving you never

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog

Bulldog, bulldog, bulldog, bulldog