I was born on a farm out in I - o - way
A flamin' youth, I was bound I would fly a - way
I packed my grip and I grabbed my sax - o - phone.
Can't read a note, but I play an y - thing 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 lit - tle 'Goof - us' to me."
Corn - fed chords ap - peal to me --
I like rus - tic har - mo - ny.
Hold a note and change the key --
Hey, that's "Goof - us"
Not ac - cor - ding to the rules
That you learn in mu - sic schools,
But the folks just dance like fools --
They sure go for "Goof - us."
Got a job, but I just could - n't keep it long
The lead - er said that I played all the mu - sic wrong
So I stepped out with an out - fit of my own.
Got to - geth - er a new kind of or - ches - tree,
And we all played just the same "Goof - us" har - mo - ny,
And I must ad - mit we made a hit --
"Goof - us" has been luck - y for me
"Goof - us" has been luck - y for me
"Goof - us" has been luck - y for me