Lyrics After the Fox - The Hollies, Peter Sellers

After the Fox

Who is the fox — I am the fox
Who are you — I am me
Who is me — Me is a thief
You’ll bring your poor, poor mother grief
So after the fox, after the fox
Off to the hunt with chains and locks
So after the fox, after the fox
Someone is always chasing after the fox
Where is the gold — It’s on the truck
Where’s the truck — I won’t tell
You must tell — Then I will lie
You’ll make your poor, poor sister cry
So after the fox, after the fox
Off to the hunt with chains and locks
So after the fox, after the fox
Someone is always chasing after the fox
Why do you steal — So I’ll be rich
Why not work — Work is hard
You’ll be caught — I never fail
All little crooks wind up in jail — Not me not me
So after the fox, after the fox
Off to the hunt with chains and locks
So after the fox, after the fox
Someone is always chasing after the fox
After the fox
After the fox
After the fox