Goofus

I was born on a farm out in Ioway
 A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
 I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
 Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear
 I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
 When I'd start to play folks used to say
 "Sounds a little Goofus to me"
 Cornfed chords appeal to me, I like rustic harmony
 Hold that note and change the key, that's called "Goofus"
 Not according to the rules that you learn at music schools
 But the folks just dance like fools, they go "Goofus"
 Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
 The leader said that I played all the music wrong
 So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
 Got together a new kind of orchestree
 And we all played just the same "Goofus" harmony
 And I must admit we made a hit