|
|
Duration:
|
3:41
|
Release Date:
|
|
Lyrics By:
|
|
Music By:
|
|
Produced By:
|
|
Released By:
|
|
Published By:
|
|
Licensing:
|
|
Keywords:
|
|
|
Web pages about this song: |
|
Song Lyrics: |
[Intro, spoken] Here we see the common domestic goose... Anser cygnoides domesticus. Found across the British countryside, it is known for its distinctive call, proud, majestic stature, and for being an all-round inconsiderate little git...
[Verse 1: Goose] Who's this? The true prince of nuisance Cruise in, whoops, you're going to need a new fence Abusing the humans for my amusement Since I hatched and every afternoon since You can look for clues but you won't see any boot prints Doesn't take a sleuth to deduce just who's been Brewing up a feud with a borough full of rubes Yes, I'm coming home to roost And they're gonna need some tutoring You can try to shoo me, but I'm a tad imprudent This community is soon to see some new goosey improvements All your property? Yes, it belongs to me Oh, I see you disagree? Whoops, it's ruined! I waddle on to the allotments Squat in the shallots Then make off with half the plot while you're not watching Popped in for another gobble of your stocks Then I'm off to see the shops And you wonder where your crops went Run off with your onions, pluck a couple pumpkins I don't even eat 'em, I just steal 'em and I dump them Nothing's more fun than befuddling a bumpkin Huddled in the shrubbery while smuggling your luncheon Didn't knock, I just had to grab a quick fix Leave it unlocked, I'll be back for cabbage picnic Pick & mix, picking on a scared kid Mixing up his glasses on his arse While I scarper with his airfix
[Chorus: Townsfolk] What a foul day, wasted again chasin' waterfowl away We've had it up to 'ere and we're all about to break Livin' in fear of the terror from the lake What a fowl day, wasted again chasin' waterfowl away We'd stuff him full of sage in the oven on a tray But the R.S.P.C.A say the bugger has to stay So we suffer through the fate of another fowl day
[Verse 2: Goose] Hear the honkety-honk as I topple over buckets And they drop and they bonk on the noggins of plonkers Who thought they could conquer me, want an apology? Tough luck, I'm off with your crockery! I do beg your pardon, I think you're in my garden I've decided that it is, so please don't be disheartened It's survival of the fittest, and it hearkens back to Darwin I thought that we were British? Don't you have a lip to harden?
[Bridge: Townsfolk] He stole the keys to the gate, put me rake in the lake Made me crush my thumb, and upped and ran away! He wrecked my roses! And broke my vase! Locked me in the garage, ravaging the marketplace! Banned from the pub for messin' with the punters! Made off with me harmonica, and left me on me bum! The big, scary bird scared me off with a quack! Stole my plane, made me pay the shop lady for it back!
[Verse 3: Goose] I care not for fences, I'm on the offensive A feathery devil, who revels in senseless attempts At upending your endlessly friendly pretenses Your tempers expended, oops, was that expensive? None of it's hateful, you ought to be grateful! A face-off with nature is basically staple of countryside living That's just what I'm bringing! Occasional chaos (but awfully tasteful)
[Chorus: Townsfolk] What a foul day, wasted again chasin' waterfowl away We've had it up to 'ere and we're all about to break Livin' in fear of the terror from the lake What a fowl day, wasted again chasin' waterfowl away We'd stuff him full of sage in the oven on a tray But the R.S.P.C.A say the bugger has to stay So we suffer through the fate of another fowl day
[Verse 4: Goose] I'm sticking my neck out, and setting the borders A little respect for the new pecking order You call me a hoarder! A menace! A thief! Have you thought that I'm all that you've got for relief? From the boredom ensured by a rural existence Of thickets and cricket and picnic subsistence To call me sadistic is far too simplistic I'm twisted, but only to give you assistance They've all got it in for me, living in infamy! Mischief's my gift at the cost of your dignity Every day's a fight with the stick that I'm given I say it's only right that you give me that ribbon (Stavro Arrgolus) |
|
|
|
|
Current Rating
0.0
(0 votes)
|
|
|
|
|
|
Enter a New Message
Message:
|
|
|
|
Song samples are provided for information purposes only and are intended
to enable the users to sample the music (as they are in very low quality) before
they take the decision of purchasing the music. This right is expressly permitted
under "Fair Use" as nonprofit educational purposes only. The
ownership of the copyright of the songs rests with the respective owners.
|
|
|
|