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
Thatll make me goatlike or weepy
So come on down you tremble
Yer wound pretty tight
Score it with xs and shove it my way
And when you bite me back
To even it up now theres a pair
Of goats thats livin right