Foxy Music Lyrics

Foxy Music lyrics



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 coz he's got red hair

Doesn't mean that he's a fox

No, just coz he's got red hair

Doesn't mean that he's a fox