(Verse 1)
He wants to be called the Golden Goose
Otto’s best driver on the loose
He’ll tell you to your face without crackin’ a smile
That he’s been the best damn driver Otto's had in a while
He claims that he’s employee of the Month
Three months runnin’—or so says the chump
Nobody saw the plaque, nobody saw the prize
But William swears it’s true, and why would William lie?
(Verse 2)
No other driver can pull his weight
He’s outrunnin’ ’em straight outta the gate
He’ll haul them poles from dawn ’til dusk
Then tell you how he left everybody in the dust
Ask who’s number one, he’ll give you his name
Hell, ask who owns the place, he'll tell you the same
We call it Otto, but if William had his way
It’d be William Transfer by the end of the day
(Chorus)
He’s the Otto Transfer Princess and he’s on the loose
He wants to be called the Golden Goose
He can run pretty hard, I will give him that
But his head’s gettin’ too big for his Otto hat
Golden Goose? Hell, that title ain’t fittin’
We got a little pink crown that’ll look real pretty sittin’
Right on his head while he’s makin’ his deliveries
All hail William—the Otto Transfer Princess, please!
(Verse 3)
Now William might tell you this song ain’t right
That I’m just jealous ’cause he runs all night
He’ll pull out his numbers, start makin’ his case
With that Golden Goose grin plastered on his face
He’ll say, “Ask the office, they know who I am”
Yeah, William, they know—you remind ’em when you can
You wanted a song ’bout how great you’ve been
Well, congratulations, buddy—this is what you’re gettin’
(Breakdown)
So fluff up the pillows and roll out the rug
Get the royal coffee and the royal mug
Somebody call dispatch, tell ’em royalty’s here
Our precious little princess just shifted into gear
He wanted Golden Goose written under his name
But “Princess William” sounds quite the same
So we took us a vote—and the vote was unanimous:
The Otto Transfer Princess!
…Your Highness.
(Final Chorus)
He’s the Otto Transfer Princess and he’s on the loose
Still beggin’ everybody, “Call me Golden Goose!”
He can run pretty hard, I will give him that
But somebody better find him a princess hat
Golden Goose William, king of the road
Nobody in history could ever haul his load
At least that’s the story according to him
All hail the Princess—all hail William!
(Outro — spoken)
“Golden Goose, huh?”
Nah.
Princess.
Definitely Princess.
Now get back to work, Your Highness.