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 he 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’s metal in your pocket, it’s grease in the p-p-p-pan
But by night it’s always the same he’s like I wanna go home
And go home
Go home
And go home
I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go
I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go
I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go
I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go
I’ve got so bad with loosing the blues
It’s holding me back when I’m in the mood
The successful part of me has died several times
And still I dance for you