Goofus

I was born on a farm out in Iowa 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 to say Sounds a little goofus to me Corn fed 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 learned 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 orchestra 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 orchestra 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