Goofus - Carpenters

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

CanЂ™t read notesbut I play anything by ear

I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear

When IЂ™d start to play folks to say

Ђ™sounds a little goofus to meЂ™

(*) cornfed chords appeal to me

I like rustic harmony

Hold a note and change the key

Hey but thatЂ™s Ђ™goofusЂ™

Not according to the rules

That you learn in music schools

But the folks just dance like fools

They sure go for Ђ™ goofusЂ™

Got a job but I just couldnЂ™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 Ђ™goofusЂ™ harmony

And I must admit we made a hit

Ђ™goofusЂ™ has been lucky for me