Lyrics:

I was bored on a farm down in Iowa

A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away

I grabbed my hat 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

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

That's called Goofus



Not according to the rules

That you learn in music schools

But the folks just dance like fools

They love ' 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 orchestra

And we all played just the same 'Goofus' harmony

And I must admit we made a hit

'Goofus' has been lucky for me



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