big-a-dog, big-a-bite
John Ferdinand Woodstock & The Rebirth Experience
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Once upon a foggy night, I put on my hunting shoes. Told my Lady not to wait— said, I go hunting for a goose. Rays of moonlight on my way, make me running with the pack. Far and wide—needless to say— no goose—cause I was off the track … Big-a-dog, big-a-bite, small-a-dog must not fight. Have a problem with the right? Wake me up in the night. Something screaming in the woods, make my blood surge to my face. Just in time I understood— I’ll be gone without a trace. Slap, Bang—I’m wide awake, behind my back a piercing shriek. Looming large out of a lake: bog bodies playing hide and seek. Big-a-dog, big-a-bite. |
Wake me up in the night. By mistake I crack a limb, scaring up the evil bunch. Now or never—sink or swim, so I’ll be home in time for lunch And as I’m running for my life, got fifty monsters on my heels. With a deep-drawn sigh: I step out of my dream. Big-a-dog, big-a-bite. Big-a-dog, big-a-bite. Small-a-dog must not fight. Small-a-dog must not fight. Have a problem with the right? Have a problem with the right? Wake me up in the night. Wake me up in the night. Big-a-dog, big-a-bite. Your pants are full, your face is white. He won’t kill you, but he might. Better keep away all right. |
Music and lyrics by John Ferdinand Woodstock aka Gerd Baumann, from the soundtrack of “↑Wer früher stirbt, ist länger tot“ (“↑Grave Decisions“) by Marcus H. Rosenmüller.
