In a Big Back Yard

[In memory of the late Stuart Adamson of Big Country, it's time to put on your tartan and play that bagpipe-sounding guitar]

[Start of drum intro]: Arf!
[Big drum intro, guitar starts]: Come up howlin' ... Come up howlin' ... Arf!
[Bagpipe guitar]

You've never heard me sniff like this without a reason,
Another rabbit passes through, I think it's treason! Passed right by you!
[Arf!]
We always lick the food off the neighbor's toddler's face,
And that's a tasty way to think of someone who is still a child.

In a big back yard, we'll run and howl,
'til a biped's voice, shouts out "Keep it dooooooown".
What a clooooown!

I know that pig ear bones are things that really matter,
But I can't stay put with two dozen jerky treats scattered.

We'll bury pig ears in the flower beds, so easy!
Then we can bark and howl and run right through wintertime...

In a big back yard, we'll eat and chew,
'til a biped's voice, shouts out "It's kong tiiiiiime".
What a liiiife!

In a big back yard, we'll chase and stalk,
'til a biped's voice, shouts out "Let's go waaaaaaalk".
Round the blooooock!

Don't take that treat from me, it is too tasty.
Because I dropped it doesn't mean it's been discarded.
Wake up quick from that nap, come up howlin',
Bark loud for every treat you ever might have wanted.
I thought that squeaky toys were meant to be all tattered,
But I can't do that when there are seven crows to be scattered.

[Arf! Woof! Howl!]

I've just buried a steak bone in the flowers
And it will be good and dank and rancid come the wintertime.

In a big back yard, we'll dig in dirt,
'til a biped's voice, shouts out "What the heeeeeell!".
Run Pell Mell!

In a big back yard, we'll laze and sleep,
'til a biped's voice, shouts out "We are baaaaaaack!".
With a snaaaaack!

In a big back yard, dreams do come true,
'til a biped's voice comes out of the bluuuuuuue.
What'd I doooooo?

[Woof!]
[Arf-arf-arf-arf-arf!]