Lyrics:

The Dutchman was dressed to impress,
Walking through streets that were laid with distress.

By the barstool
Patiently sat
Little collie stares back

Two wrongs do not make a right,
Though there are times when it feels they just might

I don't know my right from my left
I do not know where the next sun will set

By the barstool
Patiently sat
Little collie stares back