Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands Think I might tap my feet Put together a one man band Take a walk on down the street Have a one man parade Nobody needs to know 'cause I'm right good of holding on to secrets And don't believe they show
All I want is a little dog To be walking at my right hand Taking a breeze just as free as you please Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans Talking bout a one dog, y'all Nobody's friend but mine Hey now, you can say he's looking kind of funky But I do believe it suits me just fine
We were off road again A was wondering what to do Ah, but honalei, It was pouring down rain Baby she had the low down blues
Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane Tying on my highway shoes Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y'all Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I'm right good at holding on, holding on, holding on