The Goat, My Friend

How say you we are friends The goats on your farm Never has one died for me I see them each day Chatting on the plains They see me too licking my lip There is one I saw, my friend Looking good in deed For roasting on open fire The silent black one, my friend Patches of white on the back Long horns and drooping ears It has few words, that goat If we are friends, my friend It surely must go! If I had such goats, my friend I would have none, my friend I'd kill them all for you How say you we are friends The goats on your farm Never has one died for me Not many years ago I had one goat, I remember You had one too, I remember We ate mine you and me On Christmas eve, my friend With other friends like you Yours was next, my friend Off your phone went, my friend Off, your goat walked. I said impress, my friend You said invest, my friend Whatever that means The goat, my friend The black goat, my friend The big black goat Now I have the knife at the fence You have the goat at the ranch What do say, Friend?