Oh baby, baby
Better back off that stuff
You’d better take it slow
I know you know
That you’re talking about someone I love
Baby take off your coat
Real slow
And take off your shoes
I’ll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yes yes yes
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doin’ that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Who let the dogs out?
Who, who, who, who, who?
Who let the dogs out?
Who, who, who, who, who?
Who let the dogs out?
Who’s your little whoozis?
Who’s your turtledove?
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I got a name, I got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m living the dream that he kept hid
I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha,
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune shall carry me onward
Whithersoever they blow.
So thank you for writing the best songs.
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You’re a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
I’ve sent this letter hoping it will reach your hand
And if it does I hope that you will understand
That I must leave in a while
And though I smile
You know the smile is only there to hide
What I’m really feeling deep inside
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning under a tent
We’ve got a whole lotta lovin’ to do
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh, the lonely days are gone
I’m coming home
Yeah, my baby she wrote me a letter
I think I’m gonna be sad, I think it’s today, yeah.
The girl that’s driving me mad is going away
She’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s got a ticket to ride,
But she don’t care
I’m gonna take you on a trip so far from here,
I’ve got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we’re gonna disappear
We’ve waited so long, waited so long
Matilda, Matilda,
Matilda she took the money
And run Venezuela
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this!
I can’t keep up with what’s been going on
I think my heart must just be slowing down
Among the human beings in their designer jeans
Am I the only one who hears the screams
And the strangled cries of lawyers in love
You serve me
And I’ll serve you
Swing your partners, all get screwed
Bring your lawyer
And I’ll bring mine
Get together, and we could have a bad time
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman