Lyrics Billy Goat - moe.

Billy Goat

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