Goofus

I was born on a farm out in I-o-way
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my sax-o-phone
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
Corn fed chords appeal to me
I like rustic harmony
Hold the note and change the key
Say, that's called goofus"
No, not according to the rules
That you learn at music schools
But the folks just dance like fools
They all 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 orchestry
And we all played the same goofus harmony
And I must admit, we sure made a hit
Goofus has been lucky for me