Ballad Of Mutt

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers) One, two, one, two, three...
Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on Yes, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone Before I met my baby I didn't have a clue Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do Before I met my baby this and everybody else
She went to see my kennel, she said it lacked a
She went to see my kennel, she said it smells too much
She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man come Oh take it away, yeah, go on, let's guitar One time, baby, I took her for a walk Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck Three time looser, this ain't no game Five hand shuffle driving me insane I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name We settled down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me It was hell, I tell you And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me! Some... There's some harmonica in the ball? I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free" Before I met my baby my life was misery Before I met my baby my life was misery