Well, Old Joe, he moves slow   He likes to look at things and paint pictures on his radio   He says they make the songs look better.         One day, Joe met a girl   Sweet breathing thing   Dancin' naked, nudey, in the winter snow   Underneath her dozen sweaters         And someday, somewhere   Some things get hit by lighting   And some things just don't   Hope we live long and lucky         At least one things for sure   Or maybe it isn't.   No matter where we are   It's this life that we're livin' in         At least one things for sure   Or maybe it isn't.   No matter where we are   It's this life that we're livin' in         And someday, somewhere   Some things get hit by lighting   And some things just don't   Hope we live long and lucky