Goofus
Tommy Dorsey Lyrics


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I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
When I'd start to play folks used to say
"Sounds a little Goofus to me"
Cornfed chords appeal to me, I like rustic harmony
Hold that note and change the key, that's called "Goofus"
Not according to the rules that you learn at music schools
But the folks just dance like fools, they go "Goofus"

Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
The leader said that I played all the music wrong
So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
Got together a new kind of orchestree




And we all played just the same "Goofus" harmony
And I must admit we made a hit

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Goofus" by Tommy Dorsey and Artie Shaw describe the journey of a youthful saxophonist who was born on a farm in Iowa. Despite being unable to read musical notes, he was able to play anything by ear and made up tunes based on the sounds he heard. When he played, people often told him that it sounded like "Goofus."


To the saxophonist, "cornfed chords" and "rustic harmony" appealed to him, and he held notes and changed keys to create his "Goofus" sound. It wasn't in line with the rules he learned in music school, but people danced to it anyway. However, when he joined a band, the leader told him that he played all the music wrong, so he left and formed his own orchestra that incorporated the same "Goofus" harmony. Ultimately, they were successful and made a hit.


The lyrics seem to celebrate the importance of individuality and creativity in music. The singer of the song was able to make a name for himself by staying true to his unique sound and incorporating it into his music. Meanwhile, the people who initially dismissed the "Goofus" sound ended up enjoying it and dancing to it.


Line by Line Meaning

I was born on a farm out in Ioway
I was born in a rural town in Iowa


A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
As a young man, I was determined to leave my small town for something bigger


I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
I packed my things, including my saxophone, and set out on my journey


Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear
Although I cannot read sheet music, I can play music by listening to it and copying it


I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
I created new musical arrangements based on the sounds and melodies that I heard around me


When I'd start to play folks used to say
People often commented when I began to play music


"Sounds a little Goofus to me"
They often referred to my style of music as "Goofus"


Cornfed chords appeal to me, I like rustic harmony
I have a preference for simple, rural-sounding music


Hold that note and change the key, that's called "Goofus"
I enjoy stretching out notes and changing keys in a way that is unique and unconventional


Not according to the rules that you learn at music schools
My style of music does not conform to the traditional rules taught in music schools


But the folks just dance like fools, they go "Goofus"
Despite not following traditional musical rules, people still enjoy dancing to my music and its "Goofus" style


Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
I had a job playing music, but I did not keep it for very long


The leader said that I played all the music wrong
The musical director criticized my playing style and said that I was not playing correctly


So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
I left that job and started my own musical group


Got together a new kind of orchestree
I assembled a new type of musical ensemble


And we all played just the same "Goofus" harmony
My new group played music in the same unconventional, "Goofus" style that I had become known for


And I must admit we made a hit
My new group was successful and well-received




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: WILLIAM HAROLD, GUS KAHN, WAYNE KING

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