Out Of Tune Balloon

I float out of tune balloons
Across a great crumbling sky
The sky that, ducky lucky said to goosey Le ucy
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 has 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 thе goose
Not that guy
Lord, that goose won't sign the trucе
Oh lord
That goose
No lord, he won't sign the truce
That goose just wants to fly