Ding Bat Daddy - Lawrence Welk

I was born on a farm out in Iowa

A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away

I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone

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 a note and change the key

Hey, well, that’s goofus

Not according to the rules

That you learn in music schools

But the folks just dance like fools

They sure go for 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 orchestra

And we all played just the same goofus harmony

And I must admit

We made a hit

Goofus has been lucky for me

Got together a new kind of orchestra

And we all played just the same goofus harmony

And I must admit

We made a hit

Goofus has been lucky for me

Goofus has been lucky for me

Goofus has been lucky for me