Lyrics Dan Bull – Goose On The Loose

(Goose on the loose
Goose on the loose
Goose on the loose)

I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse

I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
Get ready for abuse from a goose on the loose
Reduce you to tears and then poof, I vamoose
Reappear here with my beak up your caboose
Till I’m touching your gooch, whatchya gonna do?
No sleuth can deduce the truth, there isn’t proof
Asshole nuisance
In a whole new sense
Come on, I’m just helping you relax, you’re too tense
I’m cataclysmic
It’s kind of characteristic
Of my habit for mischief
Standing in your cabbages and having a quick shit
I’m a little bit savage when I’m nabbing your jam sandwiches
And wrecking your picnic
No one saw me, definitely didn’t threaten the witness
Nevertheless, I suggest you mind your own business
From gardener to grocer, to butcher, to baker
You can all suck my cloaca

I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
Get ready for abuse from a goose on the loose
I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
From a two-foot waddling douche nozzle goose

When I cause a commotion
I show no emotion
Throw your clothes in the water, they’re soaking
So what? I’m doing your laundry
Throw the soap in, I wonder how good a radio is at floating
Oopsie, was that yours? Oh well, broken
Ooh, the grocer’s is open, I’m going in
And I won’t be coming back out till they’re closing
I pick and mix my mischief in the moment
It’s as if they mixed Pixar with the Omen
A pitch-black heart even darker than Dolan
Roll up, I’m smoking dope on Joe Rogan
Going rogue, quacking unintelligible slogans
Honk, honk, noot, noot, what a cutie
Come on shake your tail feather, waddle that booty
If you wanna get down you gotta catch me
Fuck factory farming, don’t @ me

Goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
Get ready for abuse from a goose on the loose
I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
From a two-foot waddling douche nozzle goose

Goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
Get ready for abuse from a goose on the loose
I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
From a two-foot waddling douche nozzle goose

This is targeted harassment, blah blah blah
Might I enquire, did you ask if you could try my foie gras? Ah-ha!
Thought not, better leave your door locked
‘Cause I’m a big bird and you’re a small cock
Aw, what’s the matter, did I prod a little sore spot?
Next time I’m going to rip your motherclucking balls off
I make your jaw drop with all the stuff I pilfer
Fuck swans, #nofilter
I’m just telling the truth, diligently pillaging the villagers
Of any shred of dignity, my goodness, what a silly goose
Big up to Vinny Noose and Russel of Rockit
If all the stuff in your pocket’s of any use then I’ve already got it
I’m not stopping, always shopping for new ways
To ruin days, I’m a plumate Saddam Hussein
I’ll hide your boots or untie your shoelace
Then I take you on another wild goose chase

I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
Get ready for abuse from a goose on the loose
I’m a goose on the loose, get ready for abuse
From a two-foot waddling douche nozzle goose

Uh, uh
Might as well have fun ’cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked, making you jump
When the goose bumps, I’m leaving you shook

(I’m leaving you shook
I’m leaving you shook
I’m leaving you shook)