My name is Goober
from Slimeville
I ride a black sheep
through the mud (hey)
My name is Goober on Slimeville lane Boots full of muck but
I grin the same Black sheep trottin' with a side-eye sway Dust
on the horns and a midnight mane Folks all stare when we
cut through town Hooves hit puddles and we do not slow down (ha)
Goober in Slimeville,
black sheep glide
Through the wet road,
side by side
Goober in Slimeville,
let it all creep
I don't need a horse,
I ride my sheep (yeah)
Rain on my jacket,
grit on my teeth Still keep balance on the back of the
beast Kids on the corner yell what is that I say that's
pride in a wool black hat Slime on the curb and shine
in the grime Funny how the weird ones keep better time (ooh)
No saddle gold, no silver reins Just wool and thunder in the
rain
If they laugh, let them laugh out loud We still rise above
the crowd (ahhhh)
Goober in Slimeville,
black sheep glide
Through the wet road,
side by side
Goober in Slimeville,
hands up high I ride that sheep till the moon rolls by (hey)
Black sheep walking slow Goober still grinning (ha)