I float out of tune balloon Across a great crumbling sky The sky that, ducky lucky said to goosey lucy Up your strap, snapped your banjo string spry He says you wrote a banger, but my Dropped the dangler, you wrote a banger Oh, you dropped a clanger and wrote a banger Me, oh my And so you tell me that I should have known He was bound to lay an egg on the throne I'm a trusting guy And the goose has an egg lay sly So I float out of tune balloons Across the great corporate sky I bit the dust off a bust dust gloom broom And sprung my banjo spring spry Popped the dangler, oh my Now the goose, won't sign the truce Oh lord, not the goose Oh lord, not the goose Not that guy Lord, that goose won't sign the truce Oh lord That goose No lord, he won't sign the truce That goose just wants to fly