His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite

words and music written by Ez Jon Erikson
© copyright control 1995


Deliverin' newspapers in the morning
Come to the house that's last
Out in the yard the dog is barkin'
Well I don't want to be his breakfast
If this is him being friendly
I'd hate to see him when he's angry

And they tell me
His bark is worse than his bite
Seein' ain't believin'
They're telling a lie
His bark is worse than his bite
And I say pigs might fly

Yo, doggie, get yer teeth outta my ass

Inky fingers forcing mags through the door
Didn't even get a tip at Christmas
This fruit is rotten to the core
My fruit is sore
Need an anti-tetanus
Well, how the hell can they call this a pet?
It should be put in a zoo or taken to a vet

Oh, zabee doobee, zab zab zabee doo
Nice for Ezza

His bark is worse than his bite
Hearin' is deceivin'
'Cause that I don't buy
His bark is worse than his bite
And I say let sleeping dogs lie
Let sleeping dogs