Lyrics:

Like to tell you a story 'bout a man named Joe
He got a head, like a head, like a head like soap
Stands about five feet off the ground
Like a poor man, a poor man is always down
Can't you see, cant you see how he runs all quick?
I hope someday he gets hit by a stick
He dropped it down, it dropped him down
He came up, came up cruising in across the ground
He sit down, he sit down, he sit down today
I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope he can cut his way
Fly, fly, flash with the wind
Good god, good god, good god, never see him

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder which way
You cruise the message, the message today
You stick to stick to stick to stick
What did you do about the fix?
How many lost and lost his head
How many men lost and lost his head
How many men, how many men lost his head?
I like to play one more time
Oh, I like to play one more time
Good god, don't let me down
How say the men underground?
Still bow your head down
For too many times he blows my horn
He says "Come on, come on, come on
Good god, go!"

Too down, look up at the sky
Face to face say goodbye
Hard way to say you'll stay
Too many men lost and lost his head

Ring, ring two more times
I stay, I stay, I stay for the blast

Home again, home again, taking a job
Hope you can blow your mind you set above

And the horn blows on
Oh, the horn blows on
How the, the horn, the horns blowing on
And the horn, the horn blew, blew
Blew on
Blew, blew, blew, blew
And the horn blew on, on, on