Good Ol'Goat

The day is real early when he walks in

Picks a few beer cans with an eager grin

And then he tumbles way down the street

The only way he knows how, on his dirty feet

That good old goat

That good old goat

He’s that good old goat, baby

That good old goat

Took a visit to the grocery shop, and looked right in

Scared some honest people off with the smell of gin

Started paying for a pack and then suddenly ran

Not even the guards react on that old mans dance

That good old goat

That good old goat

He’s that good old goat, baby

That good old goat

Oh can you hear him calling

He's feeling so fine

That goat is howling baby

Almost all the time

Oh can you hear him begging

Even when he's so low

That good old goat needs some more

Oh can you hear him calling

He's feeling so fine

That goat is howling baby

Almost all the time

Oh can you hear him begging

Even when he's so low

That good old goat needs some more

That good old goat

That good old goat

He’s that good old goat, baby

That good old goat

She's wearing us down