Tales from Hooters - It is a Long Way

There was a lady that i knew once,
Trying to be honest, since left the whorehouse,
Liar, dissimulated, with a small problem on head.
She was retard, poor lady, complaining all day.
Could not be happy with the mirror,

Trying to be something that she is not,
Honest, intelligent and truthfully.
Little pig as she is, a goat from head to foot.

Some may think goats
are a whimsical thing,
Like zip-a-dee zip
and zing-a-dee zing

But if you ask me
goats are made from the stuff
that bonds with a tender heart
and makes softies of the tough

Kid's Play
Who can see the goat kids play,
Running and leaping for glee all day
And not feel a little younger too,

Frolicking like the goat kids do?