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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 me |