I was born on a farm out in Iowa
A flaming youth I was bound I would
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

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