Joe threw another tantrum He could not to be understood He cries like baby Samson His English is not good
Joe's boss of the kitchen But on the outside he knows Low man on the totem's Wearing giveaway clothes
Joe he fights the good fight He wears a white uniform The waiters are all artists Out chasing unicorns
Joe works fourteen hours After ten he starts to booze He gets very sentimental He sings the buddah blues Oh, he sings the buddah blues
My name Joe, my name Joe There is a king in Thailand And he plays the jazz drum He has a fine and healthy son Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe
On the wall by the time clock Joe's beaming from a photograph Someone drew across his face The waiters began to laugh
Joe picked up a hatchet And he tenderized the wall And when he got through Time clock wasn't punching anymore
The waiters ran for cover The maitre'd began to lisp The drunkard in the corner Said his lettuce was not crisp
Owner called immigration Said there's someone you should know He's an illegal alien And I think his name is Joe Oh, I know his name is Joe
My name Joe, my name Joe There is a king in Thailand And he plays the jazz drum He has a fine and healthy son Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe
Came the man from immigration Said, I've got a job to do Easy questions easy answers Just point me to the kitchen crew
He asked Leroy from Harlem He asked Cisco from Mexico He asked the white trash from Tennessee They all said my name Joe My name Joe, my name Joe
The maitre'd he sputtered The kitchen crew they roared And while they were arguing Joe slipped out the back door
On the beach Joe tries to listen To the heartbeat of a whale How it echoes his own heartbeat And the distance he has sailed Oh, the distance he has sailed
My name Joe, my name Joe There is a king in Thailand And he plays the jazz drum He has a fine and healthy son Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe
My name Joe My name JoeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
