Misery Goats Songtext
von Pere Ubu

Don′t fret now.
Don't be so tired.
No mope, mope, mope-a-dope!
No, it′s not as bad as all of that.
Don't be no misery goat!


"How are ya?"
"How are ya?"
"How are ya?"
I could cry.
I could just cry.
Oh, the tears fall down.
(I've got one bright hope.)
(I′ve got one ride home.)

I sang three songs and marched around,
Marched around,
Marched around.
I sang three songs and marched around.


Looka here.
Here comes the poetry!
"I′m a cave with the wind inside."
"I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!"
What?!
What′s the point, hunh?
Don't be no misery goat!
(I′ve got one bright hope.)
(I've got one ride home.)