Hey Bulldog
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 smile
Childlike no one understands
Jackknife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence
Is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me