| Down here in the shelter, we’ve got everything we need
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| Mom put up her peach preserves, Pa’s got a book to read
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| Sister knits some bandages, and we turn the lights down low
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| And play some Scrabble, watching Joey glow
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| At breakfast Mom hands Joe the bread, and he turns it into toast
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| Last night he hugged a leg of lamb, and soon we had a roast
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| You should see him heat the coffee up when he stirs it with his toe
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| We all get hungry, watching Joey glow
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| You have to wear dark glasses if you stare at him a while
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| Or he’ll fry your little eyes out with his incandescent smile
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| At Chistmastime, it sure felt strange, but it was great to see
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| The way we decorated Joe as if he was our tree
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| And his star was shining brightly underneath the mistletoe
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| So we blew him kisses, watching Joey glow
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| I hope the world’s not over, for my sake and for his
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| I’d love for everyone to know how brilliant Joey is
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| We’ve been down here for six months now, and we’re proud to be alive
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| We owe it to America to sit here and survive
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| So we listen for the static on the short wave radio
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| And count the shock waves, watching Joey glow |