Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands
Think I might tap my feet
Put together a one man band
Take a walk on down the street
Have a one man parade
Nobody needs to know
'Cause I'm right good of holding on to secrets
And don't believe they show
All I want is a little dog
To be walking at my right hand
Taking a breeze just as free as you please
Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans
Talking bout a one dog, y'all
Nobody's friend but mine
Hey now, you can say he's looking kind of funky
But I do believe it suits me just fine
We were off road again
A was wondering what to do
Ah, but Honalei,
It was pouring down rain
Baby she had the low down blues
Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane
Tying on my highway shoes
Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y'all
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I'm right good at holding on, holding on, holding on