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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGoofus
I was born on a farm out in IowaA flaming youth I was bound I would fly awayI packed my grip and I grabbed my saxo phoneCan't read notes but I play anything by earI made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hearWhen I'd start to playFolks used to say"Sounds a little goo fus to me"Corn fed chords appeal to meI like rustic harmonyHold a note and change the keyHey, well, that's goofusNot according to the rulesThat you learn in music schoolsBut the folks just dance like foolsThey sure go for goofusGot 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 orchestraAnd we all played just the same goofus harmon yAnd I must admitWe made a hitGoofus has been lucky for meooo waaa waaa waaaGot together a new kind of orchestraAnd we all played just the same goofus harmo nyAnd I must admitWe made a hitGoofus has been luck y for meGoofus has been luck y for meGoofus has been luck yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy for mebrass:oooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooo
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