"Martin the Goblin" - Lyrics

Martin 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