bit her hand and charged
 wipe her life source from my chin
 and my red guileful grin
 that belies all the fire that flies
 from my nostrils when I cry
 get the to a nunnery get the to a nunnery

 oh shes a fright in the morning
 scare me
 but morning maybe being
 the opposite of night its just that very fright
 that'll make me goatlike or weepy

 so come on down you tremble
 yer wound pretty tight
 score it with x's and shove it my way
 and when you bite me back
 to even it up now there's a pair
 of goat's that's livin right