What?s troubling Gus? You sound demented Is it because someone talked and she told me? He no longer thinks anything that moves And everything he sees
Go, tell aunt Rhody The old grey goose is dead Grandpa found her dying In the millpond on her head The Gander won't eat now Gander won't eat now Because
If you know how to catch a mouse The world will beat a pathway to your door But since the first one's found our house I can appreciate the saying more
Last Sunday Mornin', Lord, Lord Lord (my recollection is that every line repeats) Yeaah, Last Sunday Mornin' Lord Lord I went huntin for the grey goose
Ow! Goose-steppin' mama under-cover charge Goose-step mama taken by and large While you tinker with some tailor Someone soldier to a sailor Goose-step
Me and my goose Me and my pal We had some very good times Me and my goose his name was Al And he cost only a dime Over meadows we'd stray Playing all
Gus is the cat at the theater door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce That we usually
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries) On a cold November mornin' Back in nineteen-thirty-seven With an early snow a-fallin' On the three-foot tracks at Ames Came
All I need is the time to recharge, ooh yeah Yeah, got the picture baby, we must enlarge, ooh yeah Some day to shake, shake my hand 'Cause I play singer
Did you ever see the wild goose sailing on the ocean Ranzo my boys oh Ranzo Ray They're just like them pretty girls when they get the notion Ranzo my
Hello, boys and girls. This is Burl Ives, and I've come to sing some songs for you. Here's a song about a grey goose. The strangest goose... Last
SB: Gus is the cat at the theatre door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce That we usually
Il etait une oie Une petite oie Qui mettait a son etalage Les fruits verts de ses seize ans Et les pepins qu'il y avait dedans Helas la boutique etait
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En l'an 2033 Un vieux Quebecois decida De r'tourner a chasse a l'oie Su' l'ile Dupas Par le premier du mois Il partit d'un bon pas Quand il y arriva Tourne
Bring it on what you got Tonight you're my dart She says keep it tight You sure what I did You hold I commit You take what I owe You know some
Slow down Your heart needs to temper Your heart needs a rest now You must slow down To the ground Yeah, your heart needs to temper Some times are good
