Ol' man Goober,
Dat ol' man Goober
He mus' know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes' keeps trollin'
He keeps on trollin' along.
He wax his tainter,
He buff his bottom,
An' what he's written
is soon forgotten,
But ol'man Goober,
He jes keeps postin' along.
Goober he, he sweat an' strain,
Boozin' all day' an' liver in pain,
Tote dat bourban!
Drink dat ale!
Git a lotta drunk
An' his postin' fail.
Ah gits weary
An' sick of readin'
His weak ass postin'
Like somethin' dyin',
But ol' man Goober,
He jes' keeps heavin' along.
Drink all night
Drink all day,
He gon'a puke,
De drunk ass way.
Bends his knees
An' bows his head,
An' pull on 'dat bottle
Until he dead.
Let him make gay like a little sissy,
Let him go 'way from de One Board host;
He diddle dat ween called de little Goober,
Dat shrivled ween dat be so gross.
Ol' man Goober,
Dat ol' man Goober,
He sayin' sumpin'
But don't know nuthin'
He jes' keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
He cruise dem beaches,
He take nude pictures,
An' dem dat sees 'em
Him eyes is burnin,
but ol' man Goober,
He jes' keeps showin' his dong.
Tote dat whisky!
Drink dat rye!
Git hammered drunk
'Til de day he die.
He gits weary
Ah' sick of hin cryin'
Ah' tired of him postin'
An' not even tryin',
But ol' man Goober,
He jes' keeps rollin' along!
