can't stick 'em

well the fork couldn't stick 'em and the knife couldn't cut him, so they threw him in the dog pen and locked up the shutter, when they took him to the saw mill the saw key broke, oh he's as strong as an ox and as wide as a moat, but by night it's always the same he's like i wanna go home, and go home, well he's going out hunting in his fine fur coat, oh he's whistling a tune that his mother wrote, when you see a grey goose you're a lucky man, that metal in your pocket is grease in the p-p-p-pan, but by night it's always the same it's like i wanna go home, and go home, and go home, and go home, let's see the fire can fire can go, let's see the fire can fire can go, let's see the fire can fire can go, let's see the fire can fire can go, i've got so bad with loosing the blues, it's holding me back when out in the middle of the moon, the successful part of me has died several times, and still i dance for you