Old Joe

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