Kyle Stibbs
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"Martin the Goblin" - Lyrics
🕑 Added 2024-10-18 18:04:29 +0000 UTCMartin was a goblin, he lived on a train
He would sing for people, every single day
He didn’t speak English and French was way too hard
So he would sing in goblin, in every single car
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
Martin had a buddy, who stayed in the caboose
He was half born elvish, other half nobody knew
Treated like a mutant by the passengers each day
But you could catch him smiling, every time that Martin played
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
Marin had a conflict, with the train’s own engineer
He liked peace and quiet and to Martin, made that clear
They’d get into squabbles, and he’d shake his fist in vain
But ever had the heart to kick the goblin off the train
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
Martin, don’t stop singing
The people need the joy that you keep bringing
Middle of the wilderness, the train begins to shake
Engineer has no choice but to pull on rusty brake
He gets out his toolkit and he starts on his repairs
While Martin sings to passengers to cure them of despair
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
Once his concert’s over, locomotive still ain’t fixed
A couple doors break open and a Beast starts bursting in
People all start panicking and Martin starts to sweat
But he steps up to monster and starts singin’ from his chest
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
It grabs Martin’s jacket, in t’s oh so jagged teeth
But people keep on throwing things, ‘fore it has chance to eat
So it drags Martin quickly, all the way to the caboose
Bashing every single booth
Martin still don’t lose his tune
It went “Goo-roo-roo Oo-roo-roo Ra-ta-ta Ah-ta-ta!”
It drops Martin from it’s jaws
And swings with mighty paw
Martin shuts his eyes, thinking
“This is it, I’m gone.”
His buddy jumps between
For Martin, he’d do anything
Claws connect with spine and send him flying
Martin sees a golden band around it’s neck
Is it possible, the monster is a pet?
Looking closer at it’s predatory eyes
Martin’s pretty sure it’s cryin’
So he, jumps up on it’s back
And he undoes a latch
And the collar falls, revealing
A row of spikes
On the collar’s insides
Cant imagine the pain it was feeling
It licks Martin face
And he lets out a laugh
And then he turns attention to his fallen buddy’s back
He’s wheezing pretty hard
But there’s not even a scratch
….Maybe being “mutant” ain’t so bad
