[Verse 1] My billy goat wears a tiny tuxedo He eats all the lawn chairs, drinks all the Diet-o He stole a unicycle from the neighbor kid And hid it away in a rusty trash lid Woke up late in a folding chair Sunburnt neck and a missin’ spare He stared me down like he run this town Then headbutt a mailbox just for messin’ around [Pre-Chorus] Neighbor yelled “you better leash that thing” I said “nah, he’s got his own campaign” He don’t bite but he got one trick— [Chorus] MY BILLY GOAT SPITS, HE SPITS, HE SPITS And keeps on’a truckin’, never throwin’ a fit He’s wearin’ pajamas and he’s out here buckin’ Leaves a trail of chaos, yeah he just keep truckin’ HE SPITS, HE SPITS, DON’T CARE ONE BIT Got a gold chain swingin’ while he causin’ a fit He don’t give a hoot, he don’t give a holler He’s a backyard king with a neon pink collar [Verse 2] He called up the pizza guy at three in the mornin’ Ordered extra pineapple, gave no warnin’ Now he’s dancin’ on the roof in some flip-flops Lickin’ all the windows while he dodgin’ the cops Took him down to the bait shop fair He spit in the wind, didn’t even care Sheriff just laughed, said “that goat ain’t right” Now he’s banned from bingo and karaoke night [Chorus] MY BILLY GOAT SPITS, HE SPITS, HE SPITS And keeps on’a truckin’, never throwin’ a fit Every loogie launched got a wicked little plan He’ll disrespect a dog, a truck, or a man HE SPITS, HE SPITS, AIN’T NEVER GONNA QUIT Like a broke-down engine that still somehow hits He don’t give a hoot, he don’t give a holler He’s got small-town fame and a neon pink collar [Bridge] huehuehuehuehue ehehe aiyoooooooo He got the mailman and the neighbor’s drone Sir Beepington tried to step in bold Now the cone got hit… man that’s cold Shopping cart rollin’ down the street alone Full of feelings and a cracked flip phone I tried to leave but he blocked my truck Spit on the door like “you outta luck” [Breakdown] WHYYYYYYYYY you gotta eat the remote You chaotic, loud, disrespectful goat You ruined the sofa and chewed my shoe But honestly man, I’m just like you [Final Chorus] MY BILLY GOAT SPITS, HE SPITS, HE SPITS And keeps on’a truckin’, never throwin’ a fit Head held high with a sideways strut Tiny hooves tappin’ like “what’s up, what’s up” HE SPITS, HE SPITS—LEGENDARY CRITTER Trailer park myth and a headline hitter If you see him comin’, better guard your lip— Or get baptized by that billy spit
