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I was born on a farm out in Ioway
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
When I'd start to play folks used to say
Sounds
a
little
Goofus
to
me
Cornfed chords appeal to me, I like rustic harmony
Hold that 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 go Goofus
Got a job but I just couldn'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 orchestree
And we all played just the same Goofus harmony
And I must admit we made a hit
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