Well, Old Joe, he moves slow
He likes to look at things
Paint pictures on his radio
He says they make the songs look better
One day, Joe met a girl
Sweet breathing thing
Dancin' naked, nudey in the winter snow
Underneath her dozen sweaters
And someday, somewhere
Some things get hit by lightin'
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
At least one thing's for sure
Or maybe it isn't
No matter where we are
It's this life that we're livin' in
At least one thing's for sure
Or maybe it isn't
No matter where we are
It's this life that we're livin' in
And someday, somewhere
Some things get hit by lighting
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
Well, Old Joe moves slow
And like to look at things