Loose Like Goose and Moose

Words and music by Joe Dickinson

The peasant is watching the flowers

While his wife is watching the hours

Sitting and waiting and anticipating

Millennium meteor showers

Peace is a transient verb

It screams but it never is heard

Shooting the moon like a morning cartoon

Leaving us both quite disturbed

It’s snowing inside the glass dome

I’m knocking but there’s nobody home

Tapping and rapping my fingers are snapping

And my mouth is starting to foam

Let me take a ride

On the caboose

Loose like goose and moose

Above the lovely road map

Lying on my own lap

Quietly bashfully oh so respectfully

Taking my afternoon nap

Peter was Paul’s older brother

And Mary was nobody’s mother

Circle insanity borderline vanity

I think I’ll go find another

I’m heading out west going nowhere

Don’t talk to me ‘cause I don’t care

This way or that way my way ‘cause I say

Tell me where you are I’ll be there

Let me take a ride

On the caboose

Loose like goose and moose

Growing up it’s such a joke, man

You read a lot then you croak, man

 Wheeling and dealing and stealing and feeling

Your life is worth less than a coke can

Venus reveals her plot

She’s taking you ready or not

Lovely young French girls take on the whole world

I think I’ll stick to my spot

‘Cause I like French girls a lot

Let me take a ride

On the caboose

Loose like goose and moose

Loose like goose and moose

Copyright 2010 Joe Dickinson