Misery Goats

Don't fret now Don't be so tired No mope, mope, mope-a-dope! No, it's not as bad as all of that Don't be no misery goat! "How are ya?" "How are ya?" "How are ya?" I could cry I could just cry Oh, the tears fall down (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) I sang three songs and marched around Marched around Marched around I sang three songs and marched around Looka here Here comes the poetry! "I'm a cave with the wind inside." "I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" What?! What's the point, hunh? Don't be no misery goat! (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.)