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