Lyrics Social Disease - Elton John
My
bulldog
is
barking
in
the
backyard
Enough
to
raise
a
dead
man
from
his
grave
And
I
can't
concentrate
on
what
I'm
doing
Disturbance's
going
to
crucify
my
days
And
the
days
they
get
longer
and
longer
And
the
night
time
is
a
time
of
little
use
For
I
just
get
ugly
and
older
I
get
juiced
on
Mateus
and
just
hang
loose
And
I
get
bombed
for
breakfast
in
the
morning
I
get
bombed
for
dinner
time
and
tea
I
dress
in
rags,
smell
a
lot,
and
have
a
real
good
time
I'm
a
genuine
example
of
a
social
disease
Oh,
my
landlady
lives
in
a
caravan
Well,
that
is
when
she
isn't
in
my
arms
And
it
seems,
I
pay
the
rent
in
human
kindness
But
my
liquor
also
helps
to
grease
her
palms
And
the
ladies
are
all
getting
wrinkles
And
they're
falling
apart
at
the
seams
Well
I
just
get
high
on
tequila
And
see
visions
of
vineyards
in
my
dreams
And
I
get
bombed
for
breakfast
in
the
morning
I
get
bombed
for
dinner
time
and
tea
I
dress
in
rags,
smell
a
lot,
and
have
a
real
good
time
I'm
a
genuine
example
of
a
social
disease
And
the
ladies
are
all
getting
wrinkles
And
they're
falling
apart
at
the
seams
Well
I
just
get
high
on
tequila
And
see
visions
of
vineyards
in
my
dreams
And
I
get
bombed
for
breakfast
in
the
morning
I
get
bombed
for
dinner
time
and
tea
I
dress
in
rags,
smell
a
lot,
and
I
have
a
pot
of
gold
I'm
a
genuine
example
of
a
social
disease
I'm
a
genuine
example
of
a
social
disease
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