Had some mojo I don't know   Bit her hand and charged   Wipe her life source from my chin   And my red guileful grin   That belies all the fire that flies   From my nostrils when I cry   Get the to a nunnery get the to a nunnery      Oh she's a fright in the morning   Scare me   But morning maybe being   The opposite of night it's just that very fright   That'll make me goatlike or weepy      So come on down you tremble   Yer wound pretty tight   Score it with x's and shove it my way   And when you bite me back   To even it up now there's a pair   Of goat's that's livin right