His Name Is Joe

I remember walkin’ home from school carryin’ somebody else’s books

I still remember the Golden Rule and I remember the dirty looks

Holdin’ hands on the playground line

Sendin’ paper hearts “Will you be mine?”

I’ve skipped to my lou ‘til my feet were blue

Now, since you’ve asked I do

His name is Joe

 

I’ve spun the bottle I’ve been to the dance

Too bottled up to take no chance

First dates, first prom, first goodnight kiss

First chance I had to tell you this

Yes, I do

His name is Joe

His name is Joe

 

He’s got a little spot on the top of his head

And he’s got a bigger spot in my big brass bed

And I love every word that he’s ever said

Yes, I do, ooh.

His name is Joe

 

Sittin’ in a church pew once in a while

With a clear view of you just a walkin’ down the aisle

I’ve squeezed a lot of tears behind one smile

Now I put on my shoes and I walk my mile

And I do

I do, I do

 

I traded in the garden and the picket fence

For a sweet “so long!” to old pretence

I got a cabin in the country with a view of the sky

And I won’t disguise this guy

His name is Joe

 

He’s got a little spot on the top of his head

He’s got a bigger spot in my big brass bed

And I love every word that he’s ever said

Yes, I do, ooh.

His name is Joe

 

You read nothin’ in the paper, no announcement

You got nothing in the mail, no invitation sent

I got no ring on my finger tellin’ nothin’ to you

But I do, yes I do

And I am, yes I am

And I do

His name is Joe

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP

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