With so many junkmen yelling at me
It's kinda hard being the top G-O-A-T
But I, someway, somehow
Cause more trash to disappear than an enormous garbage scow
May, I, eat a little rubbish from this yard
Its owner tends to make it hard, but
2 in the morning then my snacking gets easy
Cause the owner's asleep
We're a bunch of hungry goats we each possess two horns
And we'll be eating 'till 6 in the morn'
What's junkman gonna do?
I got a stomach full of rubber and my billies do too
Now it's 6 we must leave right away
Or (or what) we might get shot today
Yeah we gonna peace out in a flash
And the next day we gonna eat someone else's trash

Going to yards after midnight nibblin' on tin and boots
Laid back, (With my mouth on some metal and some metal in my mouth)

Now, that, I found us a Caddilac
Everybody ele is stuffed, laying on they back
Now what they just did, is just really dumb
Even when there's lots, you shouldn't eat more than some
And soon those goats they will be sleeping with the C-O-D
Since they won't be getting up when it is the time to flee
From the guy who owns this here junkyard
Cause when you be that stuffed moving at all is quite hard
The junkyard is owned by this guy name Igor (Igor?)
He used to be in the Marine Corps (Yeah watch out)
By break of dawn, made sure I was long gone
My breath was puffy like Sean, cause I got my run on
On lawn, safe while the stuffed goats live no, mo' like Vaughn
Nannnnnnnny I'm just

Going to yards after midnight nibblin' on tin and boots
Laid back, (With my mouth on some metal and some metal in my mouth)

Later on that week
My rival Dr. Sheep tried to kill me when I was asleep
Because I could creep, to give doctor sheep to the farmer, Sam
Since, he's on the lam
Woke up and I hit him with a scrap of a Dodge Ram
But he did not fight back, he just chose to scram
And my tool for beating, and defeating
Is gonna make a real good snack for eating
To hold me, 'till my after midnight feast
When I plan to consume, two pounds of metal at least
No one can stop me, although many try
If you try then I, will make you cry
And I'll be


Going to yards after midnight nibblin' on tin and boots
Laid back, (With my mouth on some metal and some metal in my mouth)
Going to yards after midnight nibblin' on tin and boots
Laid back, (With my mouth on some metal and some metal in my mouth)