Come on, Joe

Gone are the days when we got beer in a can,

Gone are the days before we got the ban,

Gone are the days when we were a highball fan;

I hear the angels sadly calling, “Come, dry man.”

(Chorus.)

I’m coming, I’m coming,

And I have the ready dough;

I hear those dominoes a-calling,

“Come on, Joe.”

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