The goat o’ God passing all understanding
good sir I’ll thank you to be unhanding
my goat
lest I take you by the throat
though nothing’s quite perverted as the atom bomb
I’ll get right up into your face like Squeaky Fromme
You leave my goat alone
I’m saving you from that for which you’ll never atone
Goats got curly curly horns
goats come black and pale
Every goat’s got cloven feet
Some goats got curly tail
Great God counts each of his goats
He knows each billy kid and nanny
Good sir I will thank you now
to back away from my goat’s fanny
What is the song of the day?
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