The Brawling Buck

With belly full, I start to roam Across the fields, far from home I stumble, tumble, with a glee A happy goat, as drunk as can be Head held high, I spot a foe A leafy tree, all in a row I bleat, I bleat, I'm full of cheer The pints, the pints, they brought me here I'm just a goat and feeling free Oi, you there tree, you're mocking me Fight with branches, why can't I Headbutt leaves from way up high So here I go, with all my might I charge the tree, under moon's light The trunk's a mighty, solid chap But I'll not balk, nor take a nap [Chorus] For I'm the goat, the tipsy king A few more drinks, and I'll have wings