Foxy Music - Super Furry Animals

Quite some time ago when I was younger

Maybe eight or nine

A friend of mine had nearly met his

Death before his prime

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 (sha-la-la)

That my mind’s on the blink (sha-la-la)

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 happily

For 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 (sha-la-la)

That my mind’s on the blink (sha-la-la)

Then I look back to this story

I see I do not need a shrink

Sometimes I think (sha-la-la)

That my mind’s on the blink (sha-la-la)

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 'cause he’s got red hair

Doesn’t mean that he’s a fox

No, just 'cause he’s got red hair

Doesn’t mean that he’s a fox