[Crowd cheering] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] "How many a you got a thing for goats?! Haa!" [Crowd roars with laughter and cheers!] "Ha ha... well, back east in Apple-latch-a... yi-ahahaaaahhhhhhh!!" [Verse 1] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] They say up past Gristletoe, past Widow’s Blight, Where the trees hum wrong in the full moonlight, There’s a clearing of teeth and a throne of roots— Where no one walks but the bravest brutes. But this gal don’t spook, no sir, not a lick— I strolled up grinning with a banjo pick. Barefoot and buzzed, with my purple hair blowin’, So I hollered, “Who’s callin’? Let’s get this show goin’!” [Chorus 1] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] “Come play,” cried the Goat with a voice like a bell, “Or lose your soul to the cold black well!” But hell, I just smirked and flexed my claws, “Darlin’, you want my soul, you'll need a bigger jaw.” [Verse 2] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] The She-Goat rose with eyes like coals, And smoke pourin’ out her thousand holes. She snapped her hooves and the earth bent back, Played chords that split the mountain’s crack. I just squinted, then let 'er fly— One riff so sharp it cut the sky. Trees bowed low and the crickets wept, And the Goat just sighed like she'd overslept. [banjo and hurdy gurdy] [Chorus 2] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] “One more,” cried the Goat, “my heart’s grown wide!” “You plucked a string I ain't felt inside!” I spun right 'round, my teeth all flash— “Sweetheart, I warned you—I don’t get attached.” [Banjo solo] "Let's fuckin' go! WHOOP!" [Verse 3] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] The She-Goat screamed, shook mist from her mane, Broke clouds in half and splattered rain. She played a run that burst four birds— But I just fire back, not a fuckin' word. And claw this banjo, fuckin' hyena possessed, Played upside down and tore off my vest. The hills uncurled, the stars turned shy, And that She-Goat moaned, “I’m gonna die.” [Chorus 3] [Fast, intensely emotional] “No beast,” cried the Goat, “has stirred me so— Stay here with me where the black vines grow!” Blew that goat a kiss with a flick of my tail, Said, “You want all this? Fuckin' learn how to wail!” Yi-yahahhaaaaaaaaa! [Verse 4] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] Now if you head through the fog near Old Scab Creek, You might hear hooves and a love-struck shriek. The Great She-Goat pines, her heart in shambles, Carving hyena names in her bed of brambles. But me? Scuzzy’s long gone down the line, Takin’ hearts and hooch one town at a time. You can’t hold the wind, you can’t cage this flame— And the Goat still howls my fuckin' name. [Banjo solo that sets the the world on fire] [Final Chorus] [raspy shrieking female hyena vocal] “Come back,” cries the Goat, “my soul’s not done— You burned me hotter than the mountain sun!” But, heh, Scuzzy's fuckin' slipped off through the pine-dark sweep, With a banjo ridin’ high and this denim hangin’ cheap. Fuckin' Scuzzy's fuckin' slipped off through the pine-dark sweep, Fuckin' banjo ridin' high and fuckin' denim hangin' cheap! [Killer banjo finale, blistering fast] "WHOOP! Ha ha! Now we're fuckin' talkin'." [Crowd cheering] "Here's Dookie."
