Lyrics

My name is Bo, you know I like to bark at things. I bark at things that crawl and things that flap their wings. I've got a friend that quacks and one that likes to crow. Do you think you can guess the friends of Bo?

I've got a friend that swings and hangs from big brass rings, one with great big eyes who rubs his feet to sing, another one who lives down in the earth. When I want to see him I just dig the dirt.

I live on a farm with the chickens and the pigs. I make the chickens fly when I try to dance a jig. I like surprising the cows but they never seem to care. Every time I chase my tail I don't get anywhere.

I met a frog at the pond and a bug on a leaf. I tried to catch a fly then I sat on a bee. I won't do that again, no sittin' till I see if I'm taking a place that don't belong to me.

When I feel good I feel I can fly and when i feel bad I sit alone and cry. I'm glad I have my friends. I love the friends I have. They love me when I'm good. They love me when I'm bad.

I live on a farm with the chickens and the pigs. I make the chickens fly when I try to dance a jig. I like surprising the cows but they never seem to care. Every time I chase my tail I don't get anywhere.

My name is Bo, you know I like to bark at things. I bark at things that crawl and things that flap their wings. I have a friend that quacks and one that like to crow. Do you think you can guess the friends of Bo? Ah the friends of Bo, the friends of Bo the friends of Bo, friends of Bo . . .