I had a fella that I loved very much
Sweet in his manner and soft to the touch
With a big wide smile and a bigger heart still
And tenderness that seemed to trite to be real.
I have a dog breed that is banned in France
Wrench a man right back,
by the seat of his pants
Rip 'em right through
Strip the flesh underneath
This is my dog
And those are his teeth
Both share a name
Because the man was a dog
Not at first, but in time
Yes, the man was a dog
He didn't bark, didn't growl
Couldn't muzzle him too
But the man was dog
And a dog through and through
People hate this hound
That I have for my friend
As he's so hostile
And determined to end
Any chatter or exchange
I should have in the street
With a rumbling growl
Then a launch for the feet
Men know now to call to me from
Way across the road
Cos this dog could really do it
Yes, this dog is bold
Both share a name
Because the man was a dog
Not at first, but in time
Yes, the man was a dog
He didn't bark, didn't growl
Couldn't muzzle him too
But the man was dog
And a dog through and through
People often say I moved on real fast
I like this beast much better than the last
What can you do, when you find the real thing
Put him on a leash
Take him out walking
This one can't fake that he's just feral
So anyone coming is aware of peril
I'll hold him real tight, real close, real near
But if my dog turns loose
Then you better beware.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown.
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