The Pariah Dog
I don’t want to be your pariah dog
Or, for that matter, your sacrificial hog.
Or, for that matter, your sacrificial hog.
All I want from you is some respect
Of a clean grown-up kind and aspect.
Of a clean grown-up kind and aspect.
No, I don’t want your stale bread crumbs
One of the many you cast to your chums.
One of the many you cast to your chums.
No, I can’t go everywhere to please you
Late nights, award nights, party nights, too.
Late nights, award nights, party nights, too.
I want to be a free bird not a pariah
I want you to know that, now, yes suh!
I want you to know that, now, yes suh!
If you don’t want me around just say so
I will only be too glad to disappear, to go.
I will only be too glad to disappear, to go.
I don’t want to be your pariah dog
No, it won’t look good on my daily blog.
No, it won’t look good on my daily blog.
(A song in Soul, Rhythm, and Blues (SR&B) Style)