Released
October 21, 1985
Label
Geffen Records
Recorded At
Fantasy Recording, Berkeley, CA
Length
35:42
Discs
1

Credits
Tyler/Hamilton
Length
4:13
Total known full plays
0

You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
The way you love I adore
You always come never know where you been
But a, now I'm here baby
To even the score

You're up, you're down
You're always running in place
Triathlon if you please
You're always beggin' me for a taste
But ain't up to snuff if you sneeze

Lord you give me the bends
Your head's in jail, I'll call out the law
That the reason a dog has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
She likes to grab my microphone
Now there ain't too much she won't do
Especially when we're all alone

You're up, you're down
You're always runnin' in place
Triathlon if you please
Her mind's on rewind and erase
But you might get shot, babe
When you're shootin' the breeze

Lord you give me the bends
Your heads in jail, I'll call out the law
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
And there ain't too much
That she won't do

There's always something
That you got to say
I lose my mind and then I
surely fade away, yeah

Lord you give me the bends
You're heads in jail
Now look what you done
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue

That the reason a dog has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue