I am a simple goat I live on the back of a pick-up truck The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope Am I happy he don't give a fuck He's filled with anger, and filled with rage
And tells me I smell like piss His drink, Jimmy Bean His chaser, a bear After that, various alcohols That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls But don't feel sorry for me Things weren't always this bad Why, when I was a young talking goat The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe That's where I met the Old Man He was lost in the woods, I gave him directions He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks And he said, "Hey Goat! Would you like to live with me? I've got a house with a pick-up truck In a place across the sea" I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no family You seem like a nice guy"
So we went off to America The home of the apple pie On the boat, the Old Man told me I would be a present for his wife "A talking goat!" he exclaimed, "She'd never seen this in her life" I felt so special!
Well, I just couldn't believe it After all theses years I finally had a friend He trimmed my beard He scraped my hooves I prayed it would never end
But when we got to his house There was no wife Only a short, short letter It said: "I'm leaving you for your broher Because he fucks me better" His eyes filled with tears of sadness His heart was filled with grief
To soothe himself he drank a pint of Old Granddad And beat me like a side of beef I screamed, "Send me back to the hills of Europe!" He just shook his head and said, "Nope! No one will ever leave me again To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope."
Present day, I've been on the truck for 51 years My only friend is the AM radio Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by But it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw
At first they're excited to see a talking goat They gather around to hear what I have to say But I guess sometimes my stories go ont too long So they leave and giggle I need a bidet
But you know there was a night that I did get off the truck When the Old Man was passed out drunk Three neightborhood kids took me to a rock 'n roll concert The kind of music, old-school funk It was the first time I got off the truck The music made me lose control
The lead singer asked if we were having fun I said, "Fucking crank that rock 'n roll!" The women at the show were beautiful As they danced sexily on the soft grass One of them even petted my fur Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
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