Goose logs in for war
Dreams of tanks and glory great
But Serbia is goneTakes flight in V form
But the map shows no flag
No homeland to fight for"To war!" he quacks with burst
The chat replies cold:
"Build the factory first"He picked up my shovel
Walked to the mineHe loaded sixteen tons
What did he get?
A feather older and deeper in debtMr. president, don't you call me
'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the factory store