One, Two, Three, Four      Dog's got a bone, all of his own   Wednesday morning, middle of the road   Can't help this feeling, of feeling so alone   Gotta go home now, dog's got a bone now.      Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see that we are climbing   Listen you will see that we are climbing      Wish you were here, tied to the pier   Words disappear, every time you call me   So won't you come home now   If you're feeling so alone now   Dog's got a bone, all of his own now      Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see that we are climbing   Listen you will see that we are climbing      Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see, coming on in to me   Listen you will see that we are climbing   Listen you will see that we are climbing      Yeah, do, do, do, do      Falling on your face with a little white safe