Ballad Of Mutt - Bruce Dickinson

Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on

Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on

I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone

Before I met my baby didn’t have a clue

Before I met my baby I didn’t know what I should do

Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody

else

She went to see my kennel, she said «It's like a rabbit huch»

She went to see my kennel, she said «It smells too much»

She wouldn’t wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called

He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let’s guitar

One time, baby, I took her for a walk

Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck

Three time looser, this ain’t no game

Five hand shuffle driving me insane

I can’t get it when I want it, when I call her she don’t answer to her name

We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed

I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me

It was hell, I tell you

And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me!

Some…

There’s some harmonica?

In the ball?

I finished with that bitch, he’d left her tied up to a tree

She had a note around her neck saying, «Take this one, she’s free»

Before I met my baby my life was misery

Before I met my baby my life was misery