Good Ol´goat

The day is real early when he walks in Picks a few beer cans with an eager grin And then he tumbles way down the street The only way he knows how, on his dirty feet That good old goat That good old goat He’s that good old goat, baby That good old goat Took a visit to the grocery shop, and looked right in Scared some honest people off with the smell of gin Started paying for a pack and then suddenly ran Not even the guards react on that old mans dance That good old goat That good old goat He’s that good old goat, baby That good old goat Oh can you hear him calling He's feeling so fine That goat is howling baby Almost all the time Oh can you hear him begging Even when he's so low That good old goat needs some more Oh can you hear him calling He's feeling so fine That goat is howling baby Almost all the time Oh can you hear him begging Even when he's so low That good old goat needs some more That good old goat That good old goat He’s that good old goat, baby That good old goat She's wearing us down