Glued to the kerbstone, staring.
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Frozen at the stop-sign too.
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See that crazy suicide mongrel.
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He's going to try to cross that avenue.
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Old dog of experience,
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ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
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dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
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He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
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Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
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Lives down in some cool, cool basement --
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Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys
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Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings --
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Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise
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Old dog of experience,
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ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
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dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
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He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
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Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
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Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant --
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wrong side of a table for two.
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It's enough to send him running, running for cover.
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Back into traffic, what's a poor dog to do?
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Old mutt of experience,
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ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
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dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
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He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
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Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
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Out Of The Noise
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| Jethro Tull |
