| Joe’s got the stories
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| I’ve got the time
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| He makes me listen
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| I know the drill
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| He loves to spill
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| That ain’t no crime
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| Sure his hands been dirty
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| Knuckles broken 'bout a dozen times
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| But as he hands me my whiskey
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| I see a friend
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| He’s made a mends
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| He’s doing fine
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| And there is always something happening
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| Cause he is always in the mood
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| And I can always feel the fire
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| Some call us rude
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| Up to no good
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| A damn good time
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| Whenever I’m going crazy
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| Whenever I tend to lose my tiny mind
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| He’ll turn to me and he’ll look me in the eye
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| I know the drill
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| I need to chill
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| Joe’s always right
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| And there is always something happening
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| Cause he is always in the mood
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| And I can always feel the fire
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| Some call us rude
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| Up to no good
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| A damn good time
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| And there is always something happening
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| Joe is always in the mood
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| And I can always feel the fire
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| Some call us rude
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| Up to no good
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| A damn good time |