Joe

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[JOE ZUTTY, spoken] When I retired, the first two years I was downhearted But then I gave myself a good going-over "Joe," I said, "You can't sit at home like that and waste your time You gotta get out and do things" Well, the day goes pretty fast for me now Keep busy, keep moving, that's the trick [JOE ZUTTY] You wake at ten Fold up the bed [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You don't wanna leave your couch open all day, you know? It's depressing [JOE ZUTTY] You cook an egg You toast some bread [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You cook for yourself, you save a bundle If you don't keep track of your money, who will? [JOE ZUTTY] You think about the day ahead [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You don't go feeling sorry for yourself [JOE ZUTTY] It's like I said [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You can sit at home and be mad at the world Or you can get out and do things [JOE ZUTTY] You take a walk You meet a chum [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] There's one guy who lives down by National Biscuit Boy, you should see the nice aroma [JOE ZUTTY] You shoot the bull You argue some [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] And maybe he calls up a couple of other fellows To come over or play some poker [JOE ZUTTY] You lose at gin Until they come [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] This guy remembers what cards you picked up [JOE ZUTTY] The dirty bum [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] But even getting beat at gin sure beats doin' nothin' [JOE ZUTTY] You take a bus You take a train [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You go visit your wife's grave On the way you read the Reader's Digest [JOE ZUTTY] It does you good To use your brain [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] Or maybe you go out and see your cousin You bring a six-pack [JOE ZUTTY] You's take a stroll Down memory lane [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] When we was young we was always together [JOE ZUTTY] And raisin' cane [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] We go back a long ways, him and me Oh, the times we had [JOE ZUTTY] I remember once Back in '22 We were at this fair With these girls we knew On this crazy ride Where you screamed or you prayed [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] The Big Dipper, they called it [JOE ZUTTY] We could hardly walk As we left the car So we staggered down For a candy bar Then we sat and laughed In the penny arcade (Ho ho) At six o'clock You watch the news [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] Them politicians get you so mad, you throw your slippers at the set [JOE ZUTTY] You cook some franks No big to-do's [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] Most nights you lay around, you straighten up Maybe you call your daughter [JOE ZUTTY] You watch a game You take a snooze [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] But then there's Sunday Sunday's different [JOE ZUTTY] You change your shirt And shine your shoes [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] 'Cause you're goin' round the block to the tavern [JOE ZUTTY] You shoot some pool You drink some beer [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You don't have to drink a lot to have a good time Yeah, maybe three, four in an evening [JOE ZUTTY] You find a pal You bend his ear [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] You meet a lot of your old crowd there Sundays Sometimes a bunch of you, you sing [JOE ZUTTY] The kind of song you never hear [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] Like "Pretty Baby" and "Tea for Two" [JOE ZUTTY] And then you cheer [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] Last Sunday night we sang "Till We Meet Again" Believe it or not, I once did a waltz to that tune Honest to God [JOE ZUTTY] It was at a dance I was seventeen And the girl was like From a magazine And the lights were low And I really mean low [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] I think a couple of my friends had something to do with that [JOE ZUTTY] And I kissed her cheek As we waltzed away I remember that Like it's yesterday Boy, was she surprised I can hear her say: "Joe!" They drive you home From round the block You take your cash Out of your sock You fix the bed You check the lock You wind the clock [JOE ZUTTY, spoken] When I retired, a lot of people told me "Joe, you got your health, you shouldn't have done it" But I got no regrets I keep busy, keep traveling I go to fires every once in a while That big fire we had on Milwaukee Avenue about three months ago? I was there I was surprised the smoke was coming out of there heavy as hell But you don't see no flame, you know? Boy, that was some fire
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Credits
- Writers
- Craig Carnelia