Driving to the gig tonightnI hoped and prayed with all my mightnThat dreams of WoodstocknWould come truenA crowd that stretched beyond my viewnBut I dream too muchnAnd practise far too rarelynAnd walking in I feel as thoughnThe cards were dealt unfairlynn'Cos two and a dog, two and a dognTwo and a dog is all I seenHow could they do this to menAll those friends who faithfullynPromised me that they would benHere to hear me playnBut two and a dog, two and a dognTwo and a dog is all I've gotnI must admit it's not a lotnSuperstar is what I'm notnMy property just isn't hotnThis dog has had his daynnNow playing at the gig tonightnI shut my eyes to hide the sightnThe empty chairs look on in painnThey try to cheer, but all in vainnAnd in between the songsnI can hear the barman breathingnWhile the only other sound I hearnIs the sound of people leavingnnMy voice was sorenAnd the crowd was poornAnd the posters had the venue wrongnExcuses fly as I wonder whynThousands didn't come alongnnNow driving from the gig tonightnI grip the steering wheel tightnThe psychedelic voices saynThat I should give the game awaynBut I'll be back againnClimbing 'til I reach my peaknAnd for seven days I'll hope and praynAnd three and a cownMight come next weeknnYeah, two and a dog, two and a dognTwo and a dog can be so cruelnBut I won't give up like a foolnI'll give my all and keep my cooln'Cos I'm as stubborn as a mulenI'll take the stage againn'Cos two and a dog, two and a dognTwo and a dog, my faithful fewnAnd I'll be here to play for younUntil my record deal comes throughnBy then I might be eighty-twonBut two and a dog will do 'til then