i'll never tire of hearin' things
'bout red ridin', wolf bitin', nailin' by a gun fanatic
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose
i cozy up and read some things
'bout brick layin', wood shavin', piggies settin' up their attic
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose

those three bears, empty bellies, stung by tricky chicky
and poor mother hubbard's poverty
how does her doggie keep up hope
how does he cope ?
how he must mope

i love to death just readin' things
'bout wild chicks, sky is fallin', trauma, with a little panic
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose
it cheers me up to conjure scenes
of blue boy's antics, bo-peep, frantic, beasts, gigantic, gettin' manic
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose, now

those three bears, filled their bellies, ate that tricky chicky
now, that mother's cubbard's full, you see
dog's got a bushel full of bones
'round him, they're thrown
'round him, they're strewn

i'll never tire of hearin' things
'bout king cole, pipe bowl, and his trio of musicians
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose, now
i cozy up and read some things
'bout miss muffet, on her tuffet, curd eatin' and suspicious
all i want is some goose...just ol' mother goose

all i want is some goose, just ol' mother goose, now
all i want is some goose, just ol' mother goose
all i want is some goose, just ol' mother goose