Old Joe Clark

old joe clarkold joe clark, he had a houseeighteen stories highevery story in
that housewas filled with chicken pie
round and round, old joe clarkround and round i sayround and round,
old joe clarkain’t got long to stay
i went down to old joe’s househe invited me for supperstubbed my toe on the
table legand stuck my nose in butter
roll around, old joe clarksail away and goneroll around, old joe clarkwith your
golden slippers on
i went down to old joe’s housenever been there beforehe slept on a feather bedi
slept on the floor
round and round, old joe clarkround and round i sayround and round,
old joe clarkain’t got long to stay
old joe clark he had a cowshe was muley bornit take a jaybird a week and a
halfto fly from horn to horn
round and round, old joe clarkround and round i sayround and round,
old joe clarkain’t got long to stay
fly around, old joe clarkfly around and gonefly around, old joe clarkwith your
golden slippers on
when i was a little boyi used to play with matchesnow i am a great big
boywearing dad’s moustaches
round and round, old joe clarkround and round and goneround and round,
old joe clarkwith your golden slippers on
round and round, old joe clarkround and round i sayround and round,
old joe clarkain’t got long to stay