A Horrid Angry Goose by Tim Meredith Lyrics
[Verse 1]
People in their gardens tending shrubs
Drinking quietly in the local pub
Hobby farmers tending to their crops
Children browsing in the local shops
See the old man play a game of quoits
For his age he's not that maladroit
Peaceful village
Not a single care
You hear the sound
Of bells upon the air
But wait
A noise
The rustle of a bush
Cautiously
You take a little look
A head
A neck
Emerges to declare
A honk
An evil stare
[Chorus]
A Goose
A Goose
A Goose
A Horrid Angry Goose
Is loosе
No hope
Of truce
Sneaking
Honking
Stеaling
Biting my caboose
This goose
This Horrid Angry Goose
My picnic mat
My hat
My cricket bat
My watering can
My Jam
What is this Goose's plan?
My stool
My trowel
My ball, it stole them all
My boot
My fruit
Now all this hoarder's loot
[Post-Chorus]
What is one to do
When a Goose is on the loose?
Nature's perfect
Apex honker
[Verse 2]
The village lies in ruins and we pray
"Please, God! Deliver us from geese this day
"What sins
Did we commit to cause
This feathered plague?
No more!"
We must unite and fight
Stand up for what is right
This night we might
Banish this feathered fright
But wait
Stay tight
And keep your line of sight
Oh no!
My God!
The Goose has got a knife!
[Chorus]
A knife!
A knife!
A knife!
This Goose has got a knife!
It shines
So bright
And ready now to smite
Devastation
See how I now run
The goose
It honks
I fall right on my bum
Give the goose
Whatever it requires
But nothing
Seems to quench its Goose desires
Until we see
The focus of its power
The goose
It gazes
On the castle tower
[Post-Chorus]
We offer up the bell
It takes it and turns tail
It waddles into the bush
Without a backwards look
People in their gardens tending shrubs
Drinking quietly in the local pub
Hobby farmers tending to their crops
Children browsing in the local shops
See the old man play a game of quoits
For his age he's not that maladroit
Peaceful village
Not a single care
You hear the sound
Of bells upon the air
But wait
A noise
The rustle of a bush
Cautiously
You take a little look
A head
A neck
Emerges to declare
A honk
An evil stare
[Chorus]
A Goose
A Goose
A Goose
A Horrid Angry Goose
Is loosе
No hope
Of truce
Sneaking
Honking
Stеaling
Biting my caboose
This goose
This Horrid Angry Goose
My picnic mat
My hat
My cricket bat
My watering can
My Jam
What is this Goose's plan?
My stool
My trowel
My ball, it stole them all
My boot
My fruit
Now all this hoarder's loot
[Post-Chorus]
What is one to do
When a Goose is on the loose?
Nature's perfect
Apex honker
[Verse 2]
The village lies in ruins and we pray
"Please, God! Deliver us from geese this day
"What sins
Did we commit to cause
This feathered plague?
No more!"
We must unite and fight
Stand up for what is right
This night we might
Banish this feathered fright
But wait
Stay tight
And keep your line of sight
Oh no!
My God!
The Goose has got a knife!
[Chorus]
A knife!
A knife!
A knife!
This Goose has got a knife!
It shines
So bright
And ready now to smite
Devastation
See how I now run
The goose
It honks
I fall right on my bum
Give the goose
Whatever it requires
But nothing
Seems to quench its Goose desires
Until we see
The focus of its power
The goose
It gazes
On the castle tower
[Post-Chorus]
We offer up the bell
It takes it and turns tail
It waddles into the bush
Without a backwards look