He was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens
Til his mother kicked him out in one of those crushing scenes
What was he to do, where was he to go
He was out on his fanny
So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door
He was there to sell make up but the father saw more
He had style, he had flair, he was there
That's how he became the Nanny
Who would have guessed that the goat we described
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now, the father finds him beguiling, watch out C.C.,
The kids are actually smiling
He's the goat with no pants when everybody else is wearing tan
The flashy goat from Flushing, the Nanny named The Baby Goat Warrior