LYRICS
Here comes one walkin’ the dog
There’s one struttin’ outta the fog
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle a little bit
But, but, but, but, but, butt
People to the left
Talkin’bout black
People to the right
Talkin’bout white
Are people deft
On the attack
In spite of spite
Move to all right, alright?!?!
From the feet up the leg
Or, the head down the back
For more n’ more n’ more I beg
You know I love. A natural fact
People to the left
Talkin’bout black
People to the right
Talkin’bout white
From the feet up the leg
Or, the head down the back
We meet at the butt, but…
Sorry, I didn’t mean to make an ass of myself
Chords — Capo 2
Em walked down from top
A 1-track stereo recording made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
The song was inspired while sitting on the wall of the Courthouse and writing music. A couple young black “rappers” came and sat next to me on my left. Then, a white “cowboy” came and stood to my right. While I played the guitar, they started rapping back and forth at/with each other; however, despite our differences, we all agreed about the anatomy of the females that were walking by.
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
From the album that is half Country and half Progressive Rock — Dr. Jackal and Mr. Rawhide
By Daniel Brouse
