Song | Billy Goat |
Artist | moe. |
Album | 2014-09-16 - The Mod Club, Toronto, ON |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He says, “Okay, big mouth, you make me,” BAM knocked him out flatter than piss on a plate. | |
Some say it’s a river but he called it a moat. | |
Had his own little island, that old billy goat. | |
Smoked a meerschaum pipe and wore a dirty old robe. | |
Wouldn’t move for nothing, that stubborn old soul. | |
Just stood on his rock in the winter, in cold | |
watched the river rising out of control. | |
Ain’t nobody did nothing so I scud up a boat. | |
I ran down to the beach and then I heard him clear his throat. | |
(Chorus) | |
Ain’t nobody lives forever, no one at all. | |
So hoist your anchor, fair the weather and answer the call | |
I paddled upstream thinking ‘bout what he’d said. | |
Was he some kind of genius or just touched in the head? | |
He never lived in fear, followed or lead. | |
As the river got higher he never flinched or fled. | |
Buckets of tears ‘cause the island was gone. | |
I was the last one there and I heard his song. | |
There was something from nothing and nothing could hold | |
his final refrain from being untold. | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
(Chorus) | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
(Chorus) |
He says, " Okay, big mouth, you make me," BAM knocked him out flatter than piss on a plate. | |
Some say it' s a river but he called it a moat. | |
Had his own little island, that old billy goat. | |
Smoked a meerschaum pipe and wore a dirty old robe. | |
Wouldn' t move for nothing, that stubborn old soul. | |
Just stood on his rock in the winter, in cold | |
watched the river rising out of control. | |
Ain' t nobody did nothing so I scud up a boat. | |
I ran down to the beach and then I heard him clear his throat. | |
Chorus | |
Ain' t nobody lives forever, no one at all. | |
So hoist your anchor, fair the weather and answer the call | |
I paddled upstream thinking ' bout what he' d said. | |
Was he some kind of genius or just touched in the head? | |
He never lived in fear, followed or lead. | |
As the river got higher he never flinched or fled. | |
Buckets of tears ' cause the island was gone. | |
I was the last one there and I heard his song. | |
There was something from nothing and nothing could hold | |
his final refrain from being untold. | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
Chorus | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
Chorus |
He says, " Okay, big mouth, you make me," BAM knocked him out flatter than piss on a plate. | |
Some say it' s a river but he called it a moat. | |
Had his own little island, that old billy goat. | |
Smoked a meerschaum pipe and wore a dirty old robe. | |
Wouldn' t move for nothing, that stubborn old soul. | |
Just stood on his rock in the winter, in cold | |
watched the river rising out of control. | |
Ain' t nobody did nothing so I scud up a boat. | |
I ran down to the beach and then I heard him clear his throat. | |
Chorus | |
Ain' t nobody lives forever, no one at all. | |
So hoist your anchor, fair the weather and answer the call | |
I paddled upstream thinking ' bout what he' d said. | |
Was he some kind of genius or just touched in the head? | |
He never lived in fear, followed or lead. | |
As the river got higher he never flinched or fled. | |
Buckets of tears ' cause the island was gone. | |
I was the last one there and I heard his song. | |
There was something from nothing and nothing could hold | |
his final refrain from being untold. | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
Chorus | |
Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold | |
Chorus |