Goofus sing and play along

I was born on a farm out in Ioway.

A flaming youth, I was bound I would 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."

Cornfed chords appeal to me.

I like rustic harmony.

Hold a note and change the key.

Hey, but that's "Goofus."

Not according to the rules that you learn in music schools,

but the folks just dance like fools.

They sure go for "Goofus."

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 orchestree and we all played just the same "Goofus" harmony.

And I must admit

we made a hit.

"Goofus" has been lucky for me.

Got together a new kind of orchestree and we all played just the same "Goofus" harmony.

And I must admit

we made a hit.

"Goofus" has been lucky for me.

"Goofus" has been lucky for me.

"Goofus" has been lucky

for me.