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I was born on a farm out in IowayA flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly awayI packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophoneCan't read notes, but I play anything by earI made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hearWhen I'd start to play folks used to say"Sounds a little Goofus to me" Cornfed chords appeal to me, I like rustic harmonyHold that note and change the key, that's called "Goofus"Not according to the rules that you learn at music schoolsBut the folks just dance like fools, they go "Goofus" Got a job but I just couldn't keep it longThe leader said that I played all the music wrongSo I stepped out with an outfit of my ownGot together a new kind of orchestreeAnd we all played just the same "Goofus" harmonyAnd I must admit we made a hit Aus Songtexte Mania