| Well, he never got too lonely
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| And he never got too sad
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| But he never got too happy
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| And that’s what’s just too bad
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| He never reached much further
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| Than his lonely arms would go
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| He wore a seatbelt around his heart
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| And they called him Safety Joe
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| Safety Joe
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| Safety Joe
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| What do you say?
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| What do you know?
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| If you don’t loosen up the buckle
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| On your heart heart and start to chuckle
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| You’re gonna die of boredom
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| Safety Joe
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| Now Joe he lived in Baltimore
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| 'Cause New York was too darn fast
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| He sometimes went down to Washington
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| Just to view our nation’s past
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| He never ate his vegetables
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| 'Cause they were just too darn chewy
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| And he never climbed much higher
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| Than the arch in old St. Louis
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| Joe gradually grew meaner
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| By not changin' his demeanor
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| But he never did nothin'
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| Too much for too long
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| Therefore his life never got much richer
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| Than the day they took that picture
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| In his birthday suit on the day that he was born.
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| Well, you’re gonna die of boredom
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| Safety Joe
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| That’s golden |