jethro tull
out of the noise
Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of experience, Ripping through the black and yellow cabs, Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.  Lives down in some cool, cool basement  Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings  Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise Old dog of experience, Ripping through the black and yellow cabs, Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.  Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant Wrong side of a table for two. It's enough to send him running, running for cover. Back into traffic, what's a poor dog to do? Old mutt of experience, Ripping through the black and yellow cabs, Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner  Over the road, round the corner, Over the road, round the corner, Over the road, round the corner, Out of the noise.