Lyrics:
Well, Old Joe, he moves slowHe likes to look at things and paint pictures on his radioHe says they make the songs look better.One day, Joe met a girlSweet breathing thingDancin' naked, nudey, in the winter snowUnderneath her dozen sweatersAnd someday, somewhereSome things get hit by lightingAnd some things just don'tHope we live long and luckyAt least one things for sureOr maybe it isn't.No matter where we areIt's this life that we're livin' inAt least one things for sureOr maybe it isn't.No matter where we areIt's this life that we're livin' inAnd someday, somewhereSome things get hit by lightingAnd some things just don'tHope we live long and lucky