Wild Beasts Through The Iron Gate
Through the iron gate, and he's gone.
See the goslings, the ducklings, the piglets,
The lambs he lets out a little sob.
Sometimes he'd still wish that he slept
in a cot by his Mum and Dad's bed.
He cry no!!
I'm left here, and I'm here on my own
Hear the leaves soft lift hush, make him blush.
Pair of welly boots, the crows in cahoots
the eggs on the hob, the corns on their cobs
he let out little sob
Sometimes he'd still wish that he left
shot through like a bolt into mad heifer's head
He cry no!!
I'm left here, and I'm here on my own
solo
Sometimes he'd still wish that he left
Shot through like a bull
But noooooooo!
