I was born on a farm out in Iowa A flaming youth who was bound to fly away I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear When I'd start to play folks used to say 'Sounds a little Goofus to me'
Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long The leader said that I played all the music wrong So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
Got together a new kind of orchestra And we all played just the same 'Goofus' harmony And I must admit we made a hit 'Goofus' has been lucky for me
Hearing all the noises around the farm Seem to kind of guide my arranging arm Everything I wrote had a rural charm And did we have the ginger & pepper
Though they called us a plain little country band We wore big hats & the comedy got a hand The booking agent began to wire me
The boys all laughed When the shaw said the band was swell But he'd book us in a great big york hotel But nobody laughed when we played the tab Goofus has been lucky for me Horses! Cows! Turkeys! Chickens! Goofus has been lucky for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
