Ma and Bluey just can’t relate
When we say how much we like to be
Fuzzy from sweat and heat
Like an animal without language
Like the dog sprinting after a deer
Ripping his old legs out his hips
That’d be the way I'd wanna go I say
Dad nods, he says him too
Or Dad’d go hitting an overhead
Hard to back of court
And never see the ball land
Ma laughs and disagrees, pours the coffee, flips the bacon
Me and Bluey drive down to the dock, singing Alan Jackson
Nothing bites but it doesn’t matter
It’s cool and the stars are good
And I think about being very wrong
About needing to be the animal chasing
When you can be the sleeping dog
On the vinyl boat cushion
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
