Perfect Goat

I’ve seen the golden goat
He would like to lick my throat
I know he’s mean and poor
And he waits at my door
He’s too weak to do me harm
But he has a big long arm
It fills my dreamy head
Then I shake and wet my bed
Well, there’s something I must tell you
I need something I will swear
The only perfect love
Is the one that isn’t there
Yeah, the only perfect love
Is the one that isn’t there