Traducción: The Beatles. Hey Bulldog.
Ace high in golden I was tall and on the rocks And a little touch of attitude Who's that Madame X comin' in at three o'clock Why don't you send her over
Sheepdog Standing in the rain Bullfrog Doing it again Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles What makes you think you're something special when
Get alone, lonesome bulldog It's turning to spring Get alone, lonesome bulldog It's that time again Though it's raining Stop complaining There's
Caught red handed, blood drops cover your face The gun still smoking in your hand You did not do it, the rest of the world is always wrong As you see
Sheepdog standing in the rain Bullfrog doing it again Some kind of happiness is Measured out in miles What makes you think you're Something special when
You've got a rocket Inside your bullet head I've seen you walk it baby Your knack for greatness Has never done you wrong You showed that sweet old lady
You've got a rocket inside your bullet head I've seen you walk it, baby Your knack for greatness has never done you wrong You showed that sweet old lady
Hey now bulldog, don't you rush in with your eyes wild. Hey there big bear, take a moment to decide. All these angels scared to walk the wire line. "
Stood up at a border street A souped up strut on swollen feet My loss remembered incomplete What memory knows I can't repeat Offered army soul salvation
Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes To surge and refine,
I played the part I played the start I made a table out of clay I placed my hands upon the plans I waited for a proud display I played around I heard
Well, there's a girl in the neighborhood I'd get close to her if I could I think she likes me but I don't know for sure I walk by and she's wavin' from
Sheepdog Standing in the rain, Bullfrog Doing it again Some think that happinness is measured out in years You don't know what it's like to listen to
(Instrumental)
Get along lonesome bulldog, it's turning to spring Get along lonesome bulldog, it's that time again Though it's raining, stop complaining There's a long
