foxy music

quite some time ago when i was younger

maybe eight or nine

a friend of mine had nearly met his

death before his time

on a day out with his family now

walking and having fun

a farmer saw his head behind a wall

and reached for his gun

he was paranoid for foxes had been

chewing up his stock

and now he prayed for a scapegoat

to behead upon the block

now i know that's wrong in the first place

but it's not the point of the song

and on this pretty 'culiar day

the farmer got it wrong

sometimes i think

that my mind's on the blink

then i look back to this story

i see i do not need a shrink

you see my friend had a full head of hair

the colour of ginger red

now in the distance the farmer looked

with a gun aimed at his head

he put two plus two together thinking

red would equal fox

as he squeezed the trigger i believe

that he was totally off his box

well my friend was rushed to hospital

in an ambulance of grief

and his father had a heart attack

in the shock of disbelief

sometimes i think

that my mind's on the blink

then i look back to this story

i see i do not need a shrink

sometimes i think

that my mind's on the blink

then i look back to this story

i think i do not need a shrink

now there's a lesson in this story

although it reached a happy end

that just 'cause he's got red hair

doesn't mean that he's a fox

no

just 'cause he's got red hair

doesn't mean that he's a fox