Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. John
Performer
Roger Lewis
Baritone Saxophone
Chris Severin
Bass
Freddy Staehle
Drums
Tommy Moran
Guitar
Alfred Roberts
Percussion
Charles Neville
Percussion
Chief Ricks
Percussion
Cyril Neville
Percussion
Amadee Castenell
Tenor Saxophone
Frederick Kemp
Tenor Saxophone
Bruce Hammond
Trombone
Charlie Miller
Trumpet
Amadee Castenell, Jr.
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prince Partridge
Songwriter
Wardell Quezergue
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stewart Levine
Producer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Now you say you ain't never met my wife
You ain't never seen her before
Say you ain't been hangin' 'round my crib
Well here's something I wanna know
I wanna know what in the world is goin' down
How come my dog don't bark when you come around?
[Verse 2]
I got the baddest dog, he'll bite anybody
He bit my little brother, took a chunk outta my old sweet lil mother
He bit the mailman, he sees him every day
He takes one look at you, he wanna jump up and play
Now I ain't got a clue as to what you puttin' down, but
How come my dog don't bark when you come around?
[Verse 3]
My dog is dangerous, try to set people straight
Even bought a bad dog sign and hung it on the gate
Here you come trippin' about a quarter to nine
Full of that night train wine, tryin' to slide past the sign
My dog been noddin' off, ain't payin' you no mind
That's my dog, when I come home he don't sleep that sound
How come my dog don't bark when you come around?
[Verse 4]
I still don't like it, I don't dig it one damn bit
Way you and my dog's so tight, something don't fit
Now I slipped through the alley, I called my dog
Said, get up off your rusty duster, move a little faster
To your old master, you old cayoodle, you
He took one look at me and he growled
And he ran straight to you
Now somebody's been confusin' my poor hound
And I wanna know what's goin' down
How come my dog don't bark when you come around?
[Verse 5]
Maybe I better call up Jacoby and Myers
And you can take the fifth, amendment that is
You better stand up for your rights
'Cause you might not be standin' too long
I'm gon' stop all this confusion, I'ma fire that hound
Shoot that dog down
Then I'm gon' get busy mutilatin', strangulatin', operatin' and crematin'
My old lady down at the cremation station
Then I'm go' torch that, too
And come right on after you
And you can give your heart and soul to charity
And all the rest gon' belong to me
[Verse 6]
I'm goin' straight down to that barber supply shop
Get me a pearl handle, double edge, hollow ground
Super blue blade, adjustable, stainless steel, honed edge
Both blades on the same side, so when I cut you once
You gon' bleed twice
Goin' and comin'
And if you don't believe me, shake your head
It'll be singin', I ain't got no body
[Verse 7]
'Cause on night I did a little FBI, 007 type investigatin'
You and my old lady thought I was gone but I wasn't gone
That's why I had to separate you from your crown
And the only sound you gon' hear when you six feet in the ground
[Verse 8]
How come my dog didn't bark when you came around?
Written by: Prince Partridge

