He sulks, he scowls, he pouts
He screams, he yells, he shouts
He's angry, mean and rude
Crabby, ? and crude
But that's not all that he's about
He mopes, he whines, he frets
He can't stand others pets
He's sullen, [dour/dull] and grim
But I've been watching him
And he can change with no regrets
His bark is worse than his bite
His bark is worse than his bite
Just pull up a chair and show that you care
And he'll be quite alright
My bark is worse than my bite
My bark is worse than my bite
But if he learns to see the light
Then he'll be quite alright
I'm sure that she's not right
He has another side
That he is apt to hide
If he starts to mope
Remind him that there's hope
And he'll be quite satisfied
His bark is worse than his bite
His bark is worse than his bite
Just pull up a chair and show that you care
And he'll be quite alright
Perhaps the girl is right?
Perhaps the girl is right?
But if he learns to see the light
Then he'll be quite alright
My bark is worse than my bite