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I float out of tune ballon,
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 is 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, the goose,
No lord he won't sign the truce,
That goose just wants to fly.