I’ll tell you a story ‘bout Whistlin’ Joe
He likes his sour mix with amaretto
Well, just t’other day about half past noon
I heard Whistlin’ Joe whistlin’ up a tune
He was tappin his pen he was tappin’ his toes
The only thing missin’ was his ol’ banjo
But ‘magine my surprise when I went to see the show
Ol’ Whistlin’ Joe wasn’t wearin’ any clothes.
Yeah, so it's silly. What about it?
You're all a buncha' punks anyway.
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