Lyrics:

This is the Life of a Goat

I'm a dirty goat goat I'm a dirty goat

Munch hay fuck bitches
That ass smokes glitches
Like the company retard
Mo'fucker, fanny like cheap mustard
Countrylife wanna bust us
Fuck a pig it's delicious
Got all these fucking farming witches
Every bird I'm fucking missing
Shotgun's broke, take a toke
LIFE IS SOUP AND I'M A FUCKING FORK

MAAAAAHHH

Fork rake, rotivate, fuck a sheep, it's fucking great
Fork rake, rotivate, fuck a sheep, it's fucking great
Fuck a sheep, it's fucking great

Cow's milky tits, I think this is lit
Oh shit man I NEED A CUP OF TEA

MAAAAAAHHHHHH

Cunt's got hay to mow, goats living the wildlife
Waiting for the big knife, abbetoir call don't fall
Now the combine's fell in the river
THAT OLD MAN'S DICK IS SO SMALL

I'm a dirty goat goat, I'm a dirty goat

The Life of a Goat

Lyrics:

Toasties are better than cheese on toast
I don't give a fuck, it's what I eat the most
Doing business, selling tractor parts
Toastie in my hand, toastie in my heart
I eat ten, whenever we're apart
But mexican cheese from Asda makes me fart
Wake up 4:30, go feed cows
Wiping cheese sweat off my brows
Pants, and wellies I don't own a dressing gown
Pants, and wellies I don't own a dressing gown

Remember back in the day
You'd eat ten toasties a day
From the trauma of shooting a goat you'd marry one day
Remember back in the day
When bread wasn't shit
And every bite was fucking legit

I listen to talking heads when I'm on my own
To remind me of sitting at the table at home
The sun always shone, I don't know where you're gone
We used to eat toasties, now I'm here on my own
No cows to feed, no sheep to breed
No one to need me to fill their news feed
With tractor parts for sale and twenty hay bails
Without cheese toasties I'd go off the rails

Remember back in the day
You'd eat ten toasties a day
From the trauma of shooting a goat you'd marry one day
Remember back in the day
When bread wasn't shit
And every bite was fucking legit

I'm a cheese toastie eater, a real pussy beater
I need to stop the gas man from reading my meter
I'm a cheese toastie eater, a real pussy beater
I need to stop the gas man from reading my meter

Remember back in the day
You'd eat ten toasties a day
From the trauma of shooting a goat you'd marry one day
Remember back in the day
When bread wasn't shit
And every bite was fucking legit

The Old Knackered Brevil

Coming soon from your favourite worldwide pop sensation, the twentieth century's answer to 'Candle in the Wind'! Grab those tissues as you await the release of 'Sheep in a Fence'.

I was born a simple, humble goat. The other kids did not like me. When i was older, my father told me "You are an electro farm punk goat, go and fulfil your dirty, dirty goat dreams". So here I am.

Jackie the Dirty Goat