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