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Before I met my baby,
There was a whole lot going on
Yes, 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 dog meat out of you
And everybody else
She went to see my kennel,
She said it's like a rabbit hutch
She went to see me kennel,
She said it smells too much
She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all
Until the furniture-man come
One time, baby,
I took her for a walk
Two timing bitch,
I tried to squash her under a truck
Three time loser, 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 food mixes 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!
I'm 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
Bruce Dickinson
Ballad Of Mutt
Ballad Of Mutt
Before I met my baby,
There was a whole lot going on
Yes, 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 dog meat out of you
And everybody else
She went to see my kennel,
She said it's like a rabbit hutch
She went to see me kennel,
She said it smells too much
She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all
Until the furniture-man come
One time, baby,
I took her for a walk
Two timing bitch,
I tried to squash her under a truck
Three time loser, 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 food mixes 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!
I'm 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
