I’ve got a Goober inside my head
From the time I get up till bed.
Even while I’m asleep
That Goober sits at my feet
Insisting on being my friend.
My Goober it clings to my legs
Even on the brightest of beautiful days.
I kick and I thrust
I do all that I must
But that Goober persists in it’s ways.
Some say your just making him up
No way a Goober could keep you so stuck.
Please believe when I say
That I’ve tried every way
But it’s in my head he’s decided to stay.