Lyrics

Joe Blow, a-what, a-what Joe-Joe, a-what do ya know Joe Blow, a-what, a-what Joe, a-what, a-what do ya know What do ya know, Joe Blow Talking all the same stuff as a year ago He's so full of baloney they should call him Oscar Mayer But they call him Joe Blow, the ultimate liar The knucklehead, his brain must be dead How else could you explain some of the stuff he said Like the time for example he said got a job But come on, who would hire that lazy slob It all would turn out to be a hoax Another one of Joe Blow's stupid jokes He never had a job and he never got paid He never had a girl and he never got laid Joe Blow exists for just one purpose Act like a clown right out the circus Just say his name and the girls get nervous He'd be walkin' 'round talkin' 'bout his cousin named Curtis Joe Blow is known from Maine to Albuquerque He's so full of stuffin' he sure is a turkey Every time you seen him he'd be in the same clothes If you ask he'll tell you that you better ask your nose Doesn't have any sense, he said "Later alligator" He's so dumb he thinks that chilly means in the 'frigerator He even think that def mean that you can't hear He's been nominated twice for knucklehead of the year Joe Blow, a-what do ya know A-what, a-what do ya know Joe Blow, a-what do ya know A-what, a-what, a-what do ya know This girl went on a date with him, she must have felt sorry Poor Joe Blow, the subject of the story She said he didn't have a penny in his pocket He took her to the train and at the turnstile said to hop it They hopped it and a cop did what a cop is paid to do He gave them both a trip to precinct number 32 When they got to the precinct, the scene was a mess They said "How do you plead?" and he said "Self-defense" So the cop just scratched his head and said "I'll let you go" The only crime you're guilty of is being dumb Joe Blow And if being dumb as you are was a crime You'd be locked in Rikers Island doing serious time Joe Blow, a-what do ya know A-what, a-what, a-what do ya know Joe Blow, a-what do ya know A-what, a-what, a-what do ya know What do ya know, Joe Blow He got him a girl and the name's Jane Doe Took her to a jam down at the disco Didn't pay at the door, sneaked in the window Sit around with his hands in the pockets of his pants You know his girl had to ask him to dance She should have known that she was asking for trouble 'Cause Joe Blow dances like Barney Rubble A-this is the proof and the undisputed truth Is never let the guy near a DJ booth He got on the set and people left the club Because the DJ [?] stop and go First the beat would rock, then the beat would stop He even made the hits sound like the flops Now you think you heard it all, a-just watch this Jane Doe went off on a serious diss She said "I'm really fed up, [?] You couldn't make 'em dance or even make them get up You can't sing, rap, dance, DJ, or pose From magazines or videos You rap like Reynolds, sing like a canary And when you try to dance you look like a fairy DJ like Bambaataa? You can't win, you gotta When you get on the set, it's like Welcome Back, Kotter You're wet like water, and someone oughta Tell you 'Act like a man,'" now somebody thoughta What do ya know, Joe Blow He didn't hear none of that, his ears are under his hat Joe Blow, a-what do ya know A-what, a-what do ya know Joe Blow, Joe Blow Joe Blow, a-what do ya know Well what do ya know, Joe Blow Acting like a city boy in a rodeo So he hooks up his mic and he starts to go His mouth is working so fast and his brain so slow He opens up his mouth and he tried to work it Mic blew up 'cause they had a short circuit The crowd, they booed and nobody clapped But he didn't care, he told them they was wack He kept saying he's a [?] from way back A-but the people in the place got mad and attacked They chased him out the booth and off the stage They chased him out the door in a furious rage And now Joe Blow's back being strange Acting his shoe size and not his age He's back on the block in the same old spot You think I'm talking [?]? Well I'm not 24/7, 365 There ain't no denying he's all the way jive Well what do ya know, Joe Blow Talking all the same stuff as a year ago A-what do ya know, Joe Blow Talking all the same stuff as a year ago A-what do ya know, Joe Blow Talking all the same stuff as a year ago A-what do ya know