there was a lady in a window
in the room across the way
from the hotel i was staying in
while on my holiday
i couldn’t help but see everything
’cause i was peeping i confess
still after dinner every night
she had the strangest guest
she’d retire to her favorite chair
and sit there with a dog
fill the crystal glasses
while the fire danced on the log
i watched them drink their bubbly brew
until the fire grew dim
then i stuck my head out the window
and said why not me instead of him
oh your bulldog drinks champagne
and i ain’t one to complain
what a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
so honey tell ol rover that the big dogs coming over
’cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
would have to be good to me
fourteen days and fourteen nights
not one word did i hear
her with her silk and champagne
over to me in my shorts with a beer
she just left the curtains wide
and i knew she knew i could see
her and the pugnosed mutt
guzzling wine and teasing me
oh your bulldog drinks champagne
and i ain’t one to complain
what a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
so honey tell ol rover that the big dogs coming over
’cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
would have to be good to me
so i made a bolder move
i went over and rang her bell
i heard growling from inside
and i got scared as hell
then the bulldog staggered out the door
and he said how do yo do
but the lady bit me on the leg
and i said rrouf i love you too
oh your bulldog drinks champagne
and i ain’t one to complain
what a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
so honey tell ol rover that the big dogs coming over
’cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
would have to be good to me
Artist: Jim Stafford
Year: 1974
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 168