An aspiring songwriter gets an appointment with a an A&R man at a record company. He has two demos to play for the record company executive in the hope of getting a job as a composer for various singers. The record comapny man doesn't have time to play them right away. "Tell you what," he tells the songwriter. "I'm going to my farm in upstate New York for the weekend, and I'll listen to your demos there. I'll have you back in on Monday mroning, and I'll tell you what I think."
"Okay," says the songwrtiter, I'll see you then."
Monday morning comes, and the songwriter is back in the record company man's office. "Well," the record company man says to the songwriter, " I have good news and bad news."
"What's the good news?" the songwriter asks.
"Cher and Sting loved your demos," the record company man says. "They just ate them up."
The songwriter is ecstatic. "That's terrific!" He pauses. "What's the bad news?"
The record company man says, "Cher and Sting are the names of my goats."