One, Two, Three, Four



Dog's got a bone, all of his own

Wednesday morning, middle of the road

Can't help this feeling, of feeling so alone

Gotta go home now, dog's got a bone now.



Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see that we are climbing

Listen you will see that we are climbing



Wish you were here, tied to the pier

Words disappear, every time you call me

So won't you come home now

If you're feeling so alone now

Dog's got a bone, all of his own now



Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see that we are climbing

Listen you will see that we are climbing



Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see, coming on in to me

Listen you will see that we are climbing

Listen you will see that we are climbing



Yeah, do, do, do, do (repeated) Falling on your face with a little white safe