Chuck Brody - Can't Stick Em lyrics

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 key 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 metal in your pocket is grease in the p-p-p-pan But by night it's always the same it's like I wanna go home And go home And go home And go home Let's see the fire can fire can go Let's see the fire can fire can go Let's see the fire can fire can go Let's see the fire can fire can go I've got so bad with loosing the blues It's holding me back when out in the middle of the moon The successful part of me has died several times And still I dance for you