Well, Old Joe, he moves slow

He likes to look at things and 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 lighting

And some things just don't

Hope we live long and lucky





At least one things for sure

Or maybe it isn't.

No matter where we are

It's this life that we're livin' in





At least one things 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