37 years ago, a witch done put a spell on me. A spell where when I'm talking I'm singing it with glee. When your always singing, you got to live alone. That's why I made this mountain shack my home. When your on the mountain, there's lot's to be afeard. That's why this weird old mountain goat's prepared.
I got horns that open bottles, I got horns that hold my keys. I got horns that when you turn them right they help me watch tv. I got horns that open pickle jars, and horns that come with hair. I got horns that hang my other horns, I always come prepared.