Here comes that dog a-walking
Walking down my street
Like he’s the king of everything
On two or on four feet
The easy life he’s living
Like he just fell off a log
Oh, lucky dog
He gets to spend his nighttime
Sleeping in your bed
He gets to lay on your porch all day
Wish that was me instead
But getting your attention
Is like walking in a fog
Oh, Lucky dog
I could wag my tail for you
I could lick your face
Honey you would see if you’d just let me
Come hang around your place
You’d never want for nothing
We’d stay high up on the hog
Oh, lucky dog
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024