Mr. Goshawful Loose In His Gallopin' Goose 1923

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 03 May 2007
2007

The whole dern town the other night
hopped out of bed in an awful fright,
The winders all rattled
till they dang near bust
the booze hounds were prayin'
and the deacons cussed,
the dogs all howled and the choir all sung,
thought the end of the world had come,
the reason why of all the gosh dern fuss,
it was the rip snortin' auto of a farmer cuss,
The marshall went for his old ten gauge,
to lock up the critter in the old town cage,
right down a past Lem's Grocery Store,
the dang thing passed him
with a powerful roar,
with a sinkin' heart he fell
and then he began to yell, Oh!

It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
she leaps about like a mountain goat,
she's a dang good ship
if she keeps afloat,
It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
her gas tank's leakin'
and her tail lights dim,
but she's a dern good crate fer the shape she's in.

It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
she shakes and shivers like she had chill
she give our village its first real thrill.
It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
She's weak and shaky and her eye sight's dim
but she's a good old crock fer the shape's she's in.

She rips and snorts and shrieks and roars,
rattles and squeeks
and she shakes and snores,
The old motor's missin'
and her brake shoes grind,
her bolts all keep singin'
were the tie that binds,
she ain't got polish and she ain't got paint,
don't try to look like what she ain't,
her fenders wobble and her valves they stick,
but still she keeps right on runnin'
fer the goldern hick,
Now when the marshall saw this wreck
his heart stopped pumpin'
and says he: "By Heck!
We're mighty proud that you drove down here,
she's the first auto
we have seen this year,
and again he faced the crowd,
and he shouted good and loud, Oh!

It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
she shakes and shivers like she had chill
she give our village its first real thrill.
It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
She's weak and shaky and her eye sight's dim
but she's a good old crock fer the shape's she's in.

It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
she makes more noise than Sousa's Band,
her batteries charged with monkey glands,
It's loose, it's loose, Old Goshawful Loose,
in his galloping goose,
She might not look like she's in fightin' trim,
but she can start some fuss fer the shape she's in.

Soft karaoke
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Mr. Goshawful Loose In His Gallopin' Goose 1923
Words & Music by Davidson & Kincaid
© MCMXXIII by Walt Davidson, Yukima, Washington
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 03 May 2007 at 2.24pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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