Goofus

Goofus (谷弗斯管) - Phil Harris

I was born on a farm out in Ioway

A flaming youth

Who was bound that he'd 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

I'd start to play folks used to say

Sounds a little goofus to me

Corn-fed chords appeal to me

I like rustic harmony

Hold the note'n change the key

That's called goofus

Not accordin' to the rules

That you learn at 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

I played all the music wrong

So I stepped out

With an outfit of my own

Got together a new kind of orchestry

And we all played

Just the same goofus harmony

And I must admit we made a hit

Goofus has been lucky for me

I must admit we made a hit

Goofus has been lucky for me