the king of my backyard

i had a bulldog; he had me

rough and tough as any dog can be

every evenin' when the sun went down

that bulldog

he went running around

he was mean

he was hard

he was the king of my backyard

he was short

he wasn't any too tall

said

don't you worry about nothing at all

anybody come messin' around

i'm the dog that's gonna bring them down

i am mean

i am hard

i'm the king of your backyard

late last monday

wasn't too late

somebody sneakin' by the alley gate

four foot eleven and a hundred and three

smallest burglar that you ever did see

he was mean

he was hard

he was creepin' into my backyard

my dog barked

like i knew he would

the burglar picked up the kindlin' wood

my dog hollered and the burglar said

git!"