how do you stand when you're sitting
at your back door watching the world go by
watching the traffic one by one
reading the number plates just like a copper
it just keeps passing on by
front back sideways i'm amazed
every single day in the kitchen doing the washing up
sitting on my front porch holding my little torch just wondering why
sometimes i feel so bad watching traffic i start to cry
just like a little lame dog
sitting on my back porch got no torch to carry just got a little old dog
who don't even know my name
he don't even know my name
my very own dog don't know my name
i stand amazed at the panapoly of beauty
i stand amazed at the cops who do their duty
watching the traffic one by one
get no rest and the dog don't know me name
all come down and watching all get up watching it all go down
a dog that doesn't know my name
why does my dog not know my name
why does that person never come home
the dog that doesn't know my name
looks like people on the streets i know
the dog don't know my name