Look who's walking on four legs again.
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I'm the kind of man only a dog could love.
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Times are tough - but, man, this time it's tougher.
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We'll all see who we are when push comes to shove.
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And, baby - these feet were made for walkin'.
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But I can't walk in boots of broken glass.
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And, maybe - these times weren't made for talkin'.
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So I won't answer questions that you don't ask.
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Look who's walking on four legs again.
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It's hard to stand when you've gone from scraps to crumbs.
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Times are rough - but, man, this time you'll suffer.
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Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum."
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And, darlin' - these knees were made fro crawling.
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And snakes will talk to men straight eye to eye.
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And, darlin' - these times weren't made for stallin'.
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But red-faced and russhin' ain't really what I had in mind.
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Look who's walking on four legs again.
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There's no shaking hands when you're hanging by your thumbs.
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Times are tough - but, man, this steak is tougher.
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Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum."
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We'll all sing, "HALLELUJAH! WE'RE ALL BUMS"
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Look Who's Walking On Four Legs Again
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