Every Good Dog Has His Day

Every Good Dog Has His Day © 2012 Bob Mullany


You've found you've got to slow things down
Just to make another round
 And still you're always losin' ground
The longer that you stay
 Every good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...

Drag yourself out of your bed
Shake the cobwebs from you head
I think somebody somewhere said
 ( I heard somebody say)
Every good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...

 Some women pass you on the street
 You're searching for some eyes to meet
 A simple smile can be so sweet
 That it can make your day

 It's simple pleasures just like this
 It's sad to see how much you miss
 They walk by like you don't exist
 And go their merry way
 Every good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...

It's time for you to face the truth
 Fortunes of a misspent youth
 Chickens coming home to roost
 And now they're here to stay
 Ev'ry good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...

Close To You

Close To You © 1/23/2009 Bob Mullany

You're the kind of woman make a man talk trash
 Flash some cash, make a splash
 Dress up in a suit to go Sunday mass
 Just to get close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit

I just wanna get close to you
You're the kind of woman make a grown man cry
Act real shy, feel tongue-tied
Point out imperfections in the other guys
Just to stay close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit
I just wanna get close to you

I'm a sweet sugar daddy with a schoolboy crush
When we touch makes me blush
You're the kind of woman turns my mind to mush
When I get close to you
You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
God, I want to see you in your birthday suit
Then I want to get close to you,
then I want to get close to you

Your Mother's Mother's Eyes

Your Mother’s Mother’s Eyes

Oh, to see your mother’s mother
Trace the paths of mythic tales
So strong and bright and erudite

Her words set ships of faith to sail

These ancient walls looked on a man
His humble flock declared divine
He healed by simple acts of love,

And led their light of hope to shine

Your mother’s mother’s stories touched
The pilgrims with their ring of truth
She shared her seeds of faith and wisdom
With the humble heart of Ruth
A long life as a faithful servant,
Embracing age with peace and grace

A glow of love and kind contentment

Lights your mother’s mother’s face


As you know I’ve been a seeker
My faith’s a fickle guest at best

You gathered up my seeds of doubt

Then put my doubting to the test
Not all questions yield an answer

Some deep secrets stay concealed

Your eyes , just like your mother’s mother’s,

say trust, and all will be revealed

3/15/2012 Bob Mullany

This Must Be Love

This Must Be Love


The sky was always blue
The sun was always bright
But the world I always knew
Has never seemed so right


Could this be love ?
Yes, it must be love
The deeper kind that we’ve dreamed so much of
Yes, this must be love…


Like a puzzle that’s complete
Like a mystery’s final clue
Like the stranger that you meet
That you’d swear you always knew


I know it’s love
Yes, this must be love
The deeper kind that we’ve dreamed so much of
Yes, this must be love…

You’re the hand that holds the key
You’re the eyes that see my soul
You’re the heart that beats for me
You’re the truth that makes me whole

You brought me love
Yes, this must be love
The deeper kind that we’ve dreamed so much of
Yes this must be love…


Bob Mullany 6-20-2004

Bearly Noticed

Bearly Noticed