Billy Goat - moe.

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

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

Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold