Goofus Songtext
von Phil Harris

I was born on a farm out in Iowa
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 a note and change the key
That's called goofus
Not according 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 orchestra
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