As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square. Not a chill to the window but a little to the air. From another direction she was calling my eye. It could be an illusion but I might as well try.
The night was clear. And the moon was yellow. And the leaves. Came tumbling down. . I was standin' on the corner. When I heard my bull dog bark. He was barkin' at the two men.