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 he suits me just fine.
We were on the road again, I was wondering what to do, But Honalei, it was pouring down rain, Baby she had the low down blues.
Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane Trying on my highway shoes. Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y'all, Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, hey. I'm right good at holding on, Holding on, holding on.