Had some mojo I don't know 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 she's a fright in the morning Scare me But morning maybe being The opposite of night it's 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