Look who's walking on four legs again. I'm the kind of man only a dog could love. Times are tough - but, man, this time it's tougher. We'll all see who we are when push comes to shove. And, baby - these feet were made for walkin'. But I can't walk in boots of broken gla**. And, maybe - these times weren't made for talkin'. So I won't answer questions that you don't ask. Look who's walking on four legs again. It's hard to stand when you've gone from scraps to crumbs. Times are rough - but, man, this time you'll suffer. Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum." And, darlin' - these knees were made fro crawling. And snakes will talk to men straight eye to eye. And, darlin' - these times weren't made for stallin'. But red-faced and russhin' ain't really what I had in mind. Look who's walking on four legs again. There's no shaking hands when you're hanging by your thumbs. Times are tough - but, man, this steak is tougher. Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum." We'll all sing, "HALLELUJAH! WE'RE ALL BUMS"