Goofus

I was born on a farm out in I – o – way

A flamin’ youth, I was bound I would fly a – way

I packed my grip and I grabbed my sax – o – phone.

Can’t read a note, but I play an y – thing 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 lit – tle ‘Goof – us’ to m     e.”

Corn – fed chords ap – peal   to     me —

I like rus – tic har – mo –      ny.

Hold a note and change the k    ey —

Hey, that’s “Goof – us”

Not ac – cor – ding to   the rules

That you learn in mu – sic s     chools,

But the folks just dance like fools —

They sure go for “Goof – us.”

Got a job, but I just could – n’t keep it long

The lead – er said that I played all the mu – sic wrong

So I stepped out with an out – fit of      my o    wn.

Got to – geth – er a new kind of or – ches – tree,

And we all played just the same “Goof – us” har – mo – ny,

And I must ad – mit we    made a hit —

“Goof – us” has been luck – y for      me

“Goof – us” has been luck – y for      me

“Goof – us” has been luck – y                 for      me